Conrad Veidt and Norma Shearer in Escape (1940). Ignore the clunky dialogue from hell and the fact that Connie’s playing yet another Nazi (who wears a monocle and fanboys Wagner, I mean, *seriously*) and the heavy-handed foreshadowing and just about everything, except… this man’s body language. This man’s voice. His voice is really at its most sophisticated and at its smoothest, silkiest, sexiest here and how all the studio equipment didn’t just melt away, I have no idea.