I watched yesterday Flesh and the Devil, a silent movie with John Gilbert and Greta Garbo. He was the flesh and she the devil , but she was not yet the Great Garbo, her name comes on second only, after his, and with smaller letters. Since not much was said I could concentrate on the beautiful cinematography, on how light and shadow were used, on the palette of greys. The scene when they dance together, and her head movement towards him, at the same time yielding herself to him and taking possession of him, the scene in the park, with sparkles of light and dark, the walk in the city under the falling snow, how beautiful they are. Everything happens in an atemporal Germany, where people were dressed like in the 1920 and there is mention of an imperial army. Go figure..