First things first: the Maria Robot is not gold, she’s silver. I know this. I’ve seen her that way for years, onscreen and in my head.
Indulge me a moment’s reflection. In 19XX, when I was a boy of fifteen, I saw Metropolis
for the first time. I don’t know what version I saw, but I do know it wasn’t Giorgio Moroder’s,
because it wasn’t in color, and Pat Benatar was nowhere to be heard.
I saw the movie alone, late at night, on TV. The French channel. The intertitles were subtitled into French, which didn’t matter at all, of course. I was hooked. This blog is a product of that night.
I wanted to see the movie again, immediately. I mountainbiked up the road to my town’s local Blockbuster Video (RIP), found the store manager, and informed him of the VHS tape I wished to order: specifically, whatever tape had Metropolis
on it. No Internet, folks. The only way to learn was to ask.
” the guy asked. Which? “The one that was on TV last night—on the French channel,” I explained. He hadn’t seen it. “Was it in color?” he asked me. No. “There’s a colorized one,” he said. “And the soundtrack’s by Queen.”