Dir: F.W. Murnau
Really, really good objectively speaking. I mean, Murnau, who would be dead a year from when this was made, with only 3 Hollywood films under his belt (Sunrise, the lost 4 Devils, and this), was clearly at the top of his game here. It's really hard to miss that Murnau is poetry and realism combined. Subjectively though, it's occasionally boring (Murnau had wanted to call it "Our Daily Bread" but was overruled by producers) and hard to plod through. But that there are things that catch your eye is what made Murnau a genius. He was one of the first directors who knew intrinsically what should be a given for cinema: it is not what is being filmed but how one films it that is all that matters.
All that being said, if the film as a whole doesn't really work (for me), it has plenty of moments that are powerfully visual Murnau:
The loneliness of life in the city as you see the light of a passing elevated train sputter across Duncan’s face and her tiny potted plant in her cramped apartment.
The gleeful run of the young married couple across the family’s wheat field upon their arrival.
The evocative screendoors and angles of the small family house that seems to open up to the nighttime loneliness of the surrounding farmland. An appropriate shot for the master of light and mood.