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For me, this comes a close second to "Underworld" in Sternberg's films: the twists and turns of the melodramatic plot become ultimately a little too much for me to swallow (a twist too far?), and I found some of the camera devices simply distracting, but even so the film is more or less won by virtue of the impressive acting from all concerned. Betty Compson (who was soon to receive a well-deserved Oscar nomination for her role in the part-talkie "The Barker") stands out as the fragile, cynical girl who has "had too many good times" already but allows herself to believe in the possibility of redemption; Baclanova is memorable as the petty officer's deserted wife, while George Bancroft is a cheerful, callous but not unkindly Colossus of a stoker. The weary, sensitive features of Gustav von Seyffertitz, in a small role as the threadbare Bible-basher who ministers to this godless 'flock', also make a strong impression. The film is almost all atmosphere, but it is atmosphere well-done.

Docks of New York (1928) is a prime example of the power of silent film at its height. After 1928, the medium would be crushed underneath the rise of sound technology, which was a shame considering how technically dazzling and sophisticated they had become by the latter half of the 1920s.

The film is a character study of a rough stoker and a suicidal woman. The two fall in love after he rescues her from an attempt to take her own life, though there is a chance they may be separated by the stoker's aversion to commitment and responsibility. The characters are all flawed, compelling people, each one brought to life with subtle performances from the leading actors. The atmosphere is appropriately seedy and dark, with chiaroscuro lighting and crowded spaces. It's a slow film, one that will not please those who prefer more plot or action, but it is worth your time, showcasing silent cinema at its loftiest heights. It is films like Docks of New York which make one wish the silent era had lingered on a little while longer.

There were three main reasons for seeing 'The Docks of New York', there is always at least one main reason for me that draws me into watching any film. One was my high appreciation for silent films. Two was the idea for the story, which did sound fantastic. Three was Josef von Sternberg, who did many good and above films with one of his regular stars being Marlene Dietrich. His best films, with 'Shanghai Express', 'The Devil is a Woman' and 'The Scarlet Empress' being a few examples, are wonderful even.

For me, 'The Docks of New York' is up there as nearly one of Sternberg's best. As well as one of his most overlooked, though it is regarded highly by many today it is still underseen. It is a real shame that 'The Docks of New York' was a flop at the time, and it was nothing to do with its quality. It was in my view to do with timing, which was not fair to 'The Docks of New York'. Releasing it at the same time as the more ground-breaking 'The Jazz Singer' (despite that film being more historically significant for being the first talkie, this for me is the better film) was a bad and near-suicidal move.

Perhaps the film could have been longer which would have allowed a few of the plot developments to breathe more.

Other than that, 'The Docks of New York' is near-essential viewing and highly recommended if one wants to see what the fuss about Sternberg is about. His direction is typically accomplished and passionately engaged with the material, making a seedy setting look stunning which is not always easy to do. One of the greatest things about 'The Docks of New York' is how it looks, one of the most beautiful looking late silent films to exist in my view. The setting is seedy yet handsome and the cinematography is both luminous and atmospheric, the best imagery looking stunning.

Just as good is the highly effective use of light and shadow, which was a common distinctive thing in Sternberg's films. Absolutely loved the attention to visual detail in this film. The music is haunting enough and at least fits. The story is simple but never dull, thanks to some nice twists and turns that keeps one guessing without losing cohesion and the great chemistry between the leads. Which has tension and one can feel the attraction between them. Just as they do feel the uncompromising grit of the story's atmosphere. It is melodramatic yes but doesn't go overboard on the suds.

All the cast do great, with Olga Baclanova being especially classy in support. George Bancroft has a swaggering intensity but the most challenging role belongs to Betty Compson, and along with Sternberg and the production values her searing performance is the heart, driving force and shining light of the film.

Concluding, really great. 9/10

There are quite a few strengths that make this silent melodrama work so well. It has a well-crafted story that moves at a good pace and efficiently uses each minute of screen time. It is very well-acted, especially by George Bancroft and Betty Compson. Compson's performance, in particular, deserves much more praise and recognition than it has received, either at the time or now. Finally, the dockside atmosphere is interesting and convincing, besides being an integral part of the story.

Bancroft has a role that is particularly well-suited to him, and he does a fine job in the part. Compson has a challenging role, since she must make her character attractive yet lonely and miserable, and somewhat disreputable yet completely sympathetic, for the story to work. She gives an excellent performance in every respect, and Bancroft plays off of her character quite well. There are some fine moments in which their characters' rough edges contend with their own gentler and nobler instincts. Thus the unlikely attachment between the two not only works well, but draws you in and makes you care about them quite a bit.

The supporting cast gives good performances as well, with Olga Baclanova especially good in a role that is essential to the story. Mitchell Lewis is suitably brutish as the heavy, and Clyde Cook is quite believable as Bancroft's nervous pal.

Josef von Sternberg also tied together all of these strengths in an efficient and effective package, making every scene count and making you feel as if you were there on the docks with the characters. It's a fine melodrama by any standard, and is well worth seeing for anyone who enjoys silent movies.

Of course, no waterfront in the world was ever as deliciously seedy as set designer Hans Dreier's in this amazingly atmospheric and evocative masterpiece of late silent cinema. The story is rather tawdry, cheapish even, but plots are very rarely the point of a movie anyway, and Josef von Sternberg has made the perfect film out of next to nothing.

'The Docks of New York' is about a rough and ready stoker, Bill (George Bancroft), on leave for the night. He goes to the Sandbar and gets into a brawl with Hymn-Book Harry (the ever sleazy Gustav von Seyffertitz), and on the way back saves a young girl, Mae the tough kookie (Betty Compson) from drowning herself. Slowly they sorta kinda fall in love and he marries her on the spur of the moment, but what will they do the next morning when Bill is supposed to sail off again? The most astonishing thing about 'The Docks of New York' is its subtlety. We have no heroes or simplified villains here, just people who have had a hard time all their lives and are reluctant to be redeemed. The concept of love in this sneering, loud-mouthed environment is completely alien. "I hope you have better luck than me", says Olga Baclanova's character to Mae on her way to the slammer, "but I doubt it". It is Baclanova who says on the subject of decency that she was decent "before I got married".

It goes without saying that the film is acted as naturalistically as anything we see today, that Compson & Bancroft absolutely shine as the unlikely lovers, grittily played and with no sentimentality. The lighting is superb, photography stupendous, direction acute, and the edition you are most likely to see looks fabulous.