Debra Paget, Der Tiger von Eschnapur, Fritz Lang, 1959
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Paget’s temple dance in THE INDIAN TOMB is the greatest scene in the history of cinema. I admit my opinion may be colored by the fact that watching it immediately sends all the blood from my brain to, um, elsewhere.
As well it should.
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