Synopsis
An aging doorman, after being fired from his prestigious job at a luxurious hotel, is forced to face the scorn of his friends, neighbours and society.
An aging doorman, after being fired from his prestigious job at a luxurious hotel, is forced to face the scorn of his friends, neighbours and society.
El último, La última carcajada, O Últimos dos Homens, 마지막 웃음, 마지막 사람, Viimeinen mies, 最后一笑, Det sista skrattet, Sista skrattet..., Человек и ливрея, L'ultima risata, Le Dernier des hommes, Az utolsó ember, 最卑贱的人, Последният човек, Sista skrattet, O Último dos Homens, A Última Gargalhada, Son Adam, Portier z hotelu Atlantic, 最後一笑, Последний человек, 最後の人, Hotel Atlantic, Ο τελευταίος των ανθρώπων, Остання людина, Последњи човек
German director F. W. Murnau was a master of demonstrating how successfully a story can be communicated with the smallest number of words, and The Last Laugh contains only one intertitle card. The story follows Emil Jannings as a doorman who gets replaced by a younger man as the management feels that he’s too elderly for the physically challenging position so downgrades him to being a bathroom attendant.
The film manipulates a combination of exciting camera angles and techniques to give rise to a compelling experience, and Murnau’s restless camera incorporated with Jannings’ intensified and mammoth performance helps to shatter the constraints of filmmaking during the early nineteen twenties and brings into actuality a work of art which is genuinely mesmerising. The Last Laugh is a fundamentally important milestone in the history of cinema.
Right in the first few minutes, you’re hit with a visual whirlwind. The editing is, without a doubt, the most striking and revolutionary aspect of the whole film. Incredibly dynamic, fluid, and bold. The cuts, the camera movements, the optical effects and overlays — it’s as if the editing were shaped directly by the protagonist’s thoughts, his delusions, hopes, and despairs.
Technically, I’d say the film is flawless. Murnau’s subjective camera is practically a character in itself, going in and out of the protagonist’s dreams, entering his pain as if we ourselves were living in that body. The mise-en-scène is almost cruel in its coherence: the contrast between the cold luxury of the hotel and the melancholic poverty of the…
Holy Hell. That this film could weaponize irony, sweep you up in a spacey drunken dream, and ground your heart to dust without any title cards is just astonishing.
Murneau was a master. I don't really have anything to add to the conversation about this film. I'm just thoroughly impressed.
(Also the poster LB chose for this is wonderful!)
unbelievable. murnau elevates one man's deeply personal struggle into a universal elegy. unsurpassed camerawork, stunning compositions, a killer performance. nosferatu was an objective nightmare, skulking through the irrational archaic abyss; the last laugh is hyper-modern, realer-than-real, achingly heartfelt in its clarity, acknowledging the power of filmmaking to actualize our innermost symbols and feelings. by swinging so hard into explicit fantasy, it only confirms the hardship and toil of the human spirit. intuitive cinema at its most perfect.
[98]
Second viewing, up from 86. I've been anxiously wanting to revisit this immediately after my first viewing but held off until I snagged the Blu-Ray (and yes, the quality is far superior to the streaming copy I previously saw). Sheepishly must confess I don't have much to add other than I simply underrated it the first time. In fact, I'm almost flabbergasted how I settled on a mere 86, as this revisit -- not even a full two months later -- revealed a nearly perfect film : I struggle to think of one that's more masterfully directed and assimilated than this. The story itself fashions about 15-minutes of actual material, but Murnau manages to elongate every reaction, every pan,…
It's tempting to reject the epilogue for "cheating" its audience, but I don't think the criticism holds up. In fact, the ending announces itself as a delusion outright, and it also anticipates the tonal acrobatics of Sunrise (in which an American Tragedy-esque murder story is reborn as a dance of romantic rediscovery).
***One of the best 150 films I have ever seen.***
To begin with, the second timeless absolute masterpiece by the memorable silent cinema legend F.W. Murnau did not conclude in the way he originally wanted it to. The executives at UFA sought for a more ambitious financial success; therefore, they compelled Murnau and the screenwriter Carl Mayer to close Der Letzte Mann with a happy ending, not to mention that they were pressured to change the film's title from "The Last Man" to "The Last Laughter". There is an undeniable fact in this matter: Murnau was a visionary. When an artist is way ahead of his time, presenting unconventional and amoral thematic material, the biggest possibility is the public's rejection.…
made me remember how i had to present a text on how the happy ending of a Douglas Sirk film had subversive qualities to a class of students of cultural theory. just as our protagonist here i failed miserably cause i didn't understand the author's idea behind it, and was constantly wondering why an anti-happy ending can't simply be the ultimate subversive construct, why we had to make intellectual strains to bend a film into a complicated theoretical construction.
Murnau manages exactly this double-edgedness by letting his Last Laugh end on the most impossible depressed note but then making a 180° turn last second - interestingly forced to by executives at the UFA - by raising a question that is…
A film that tells its story through movement and expression rather than words, this is so sad and yet redemptive.
"Today, you're on top, respected by everyone, a minister, a general, maybe even a nobleman ... But do you know what you will be tomorrow?"
The aging doorman (Emil Jannings) of the high class Hotel Atlantic, whose prestigious job earned him the respect of his neighbors, is one day being retired from his position at the hotel door, and relegated to spend his final years working in the hotel's washroom. Desperate, the doorman decides to steal back his uniform so his family and neighbors won't become aware of his shame ...
Der letzte Mann ("The Last Man") is a drama film directed by F. W. Murnau.
This was Murnau's first film with UFA, when he was on the peak of…
this description is so misleading the man doesn't even get fired he gets an easier position and a raise this is 100 years of false advertising
As with every Murnau film, this is full of striking visual sequences. Pure, receptive illustrative storytelling, made even more impressive by making use of only one title card throughout the entire film. Sadly, after 30/40 minutes, it felt like a brief story pushed to the utmost limit, and I no longer felt like I was gaining much at all from it. Maybe I'll have to give it another shot soon! Especially given that it's a short one.