Not a Pretty Picture: 'GLITTER & DOOM' AT NEW YORK'S MET

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Anita Berber is the star of the Metropolitan Museum of Art's exhibition, "Glitter and Doom: German Portraits from the 1920s." She certainly wasn't beautiful. Like most of the paintings in the show, which closes February 19, her portrait is a caricature, designed to exaggerate her haggard boniness and pasty skin. The portrait is all white and red--bloodless, stage-makeup white for Berber's skin, and drenching, garish red for her lips and dress. Her contorted face looks like something out of Nosferatu, or like the terrifying vision from Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner": "Her skin was as white as leprosy; / The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she."

But then, nightmare was her shtick. Berber was a dancer; with her husband, she created and performed in shows with titles such as Suicide, Morphine, and Cocaine. Her career was based on the same impulse that animated most of the Met exhibit's painters: the need to demonize and glamorize the same vices, the same decadence. And so this lurid portrait of a woman intentionally making herself repulsive can stand as the exemplary painting of the show: painful, cruel, and undeniably compelling.

The exhibit's paintings are swollen with anger, contempt, and self-disgust. It's one thing to lampoon one's enemies, but one of the striking features of the Met show is how often the Weimar artists attacked their own, savagely caricaturing friends and patrons as mincing homosexuals or hook-nosed Shylocks. Even the self-portraits often suggest shame and revulsion.

There are a few signs of gentleness and beauty--for example, Otto Dix's lovely sketch of his wife looking up at him from her pillow: a shy, dreamy sketch, all tenderness and sleepy flowing lines. It couldn't be a sharper contrast to the other portrayals of sex in the exhibit--the vulture-faced transvestites and pornographically splayed nudes. (The show bears a warning to parents that some of its images are unsuitable for children.) One wall is dominated by Dix's painting of the eccentric aristocrat and poet Iwar von Lucken, looking shabby and lost in a tiny attic room, while outside his window a swirling apocalyptic sky is pierced by a church-spire angel. Although Dix exaggerated von Lucken's long nose and wistful expression, the portrait isn't cruel; the El Greco sky suggests impending tragedy, but for once the painter really seems to respect his subject.

Rudolf Schlichter was another artist who clearly believed that his subjects were people. He was one of the rare defenders of "the workers" who actually seem to view the workers as individuals, rather than faceless masses or players in his own psychodrama. The Met features a naturalistic portrait of a tired prostitute with a resigned expression. Unlike the show's other portraits of prostitutes, this one doesn't rely on the lurid nature of its subject's profession for its effect. In fact, Schlichter downplayed any hint of sexuality, portraying his subject in a long skirt and modest blouse. With her cigarette and exhausted expression, she looks like an overworked bureaucrat on a smoke break. Schlichter was able to make even a painting of a stranger suggest overlooked intelligence and kindness. …