The best I can do for the moment is a recreated version of the lost Tod Browning work, London After Midnight from 1927, pulled from still images. It clocks in at 45 minutes. That’s Lon Chaney Sr. with the whacked out makeup job.
But I thought, well, that’s an interesting experiment and recreation, but let’s go with a real movie that, you know, moves for crying out loud. It’s a Friday night. So: The Dark Eyes of London from 1940 with more Bela. This does not appear to be available on DVD.