Broken Blossoms, or The Yellow Man and the Girl

Dir. D.W. Griffith (1918).
Lillian Gish was never more expressive, nor D.W. Griffith more Victorian, than in this beautifully composed, exquisitely directed, crassly racist 1917 symphony of sentiment.

Wed., Dec. 1, 7 p.m., 2010

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