![]() ![]() ![]() The images in the final sequence are cut to the rhythm of the music, forming a wide shot in the mind’s eye: Such is Babylon Berlin, the capital of the German Reich in the year 1929, six years after the hyper-inflation of the early Weimar Republic, and four years before Hitler comes to power. The singer lowers her mask, banana-skirted dancers contort their bodies à la Josephine Baker and a love-struck youth looks on in awe.Įverything spins, everything happens at once and everything relates to everything else: the glamorous and the gruesome, lust for life and fear of death, desire and pain, the lives of the little people and the global political order. A lady of the night finds her John confetti litters the air bodies fall in a flurry of gunfire. As the first double-episode of Babylon Berlin comes to a close and the denizens of a packed nightclub throb to the music, entranced and infatuated by the androgynous charm of the Russian performer on stage, elsewhere in the city Stalin’s henchmen unload their Gatling guns on an underground band of Trotskyite dreamers. ![]() No one evades the undertow of ecstasy, nor the vortex of doom. ![]()
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