Fritz Lang's The Tiger of Eschnapur (aka Journey to the Lost City, Part 1)
Long dismissed as the last gasp of a great directing career, Fritz Lang's  two-part saga of India needs to be rescued from the movie dustbin. While it has clear  limitations, notably the listless actors and shoddy special effects (hard to overlook the  fake tiger), this opus is marked by an awesome sense of formal design, immaculate  camera composition, and the creeping sense of fate messing up the characters' lives. In  part one,The Tiger of Eschnapur, we delve into the political and personal  intrigue that results from a Maharaja's infatuation with a temple dancer (sawed-off, sexy  Debra Paget). Lang's pacing is deliberate; sometimes the movie resembles an Indiana  Jones yarn slowed to a stroll. But as Lang brings the many threads together, the scheme  emerges, and the crisp location shooting in India presents a storybook exoticism that,  admittedly, has little to do with reality. It ends with a cliffhanger, solved by part two,The Indian Tomb.--Robert Horton