Oh, Conrad Veidt. Granted, you played creeps with uncanny skill (see: Cesare, Gwynplaine*, Major Strasser), but you were just so gaunt and elegant, and so admirably outspoken against Nazism (which is pretty hot in and of itself, since he was Protestant and could easily have continued to be the highest paid actor at Ufa if he’d wanted), and so generous with all that Ufa money once you defected to England, and so tolerant of playing Nazis in films even though you loathed them in reality, and you died so young (we are counting 50 as dying young, okay). And, oh, Conrad. Even as Cesare or one of the other creeps, you could have carried me away into the night and I wouldn’t have screamed in terror at all.
*I KNOW GWYNPLAINE ISN’T ACTUALLY A CREEP. But that’s not exactly the first face you’d want to wake up to every morning, now, is it?
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