"- You think you can persuade the court that you're not responsible by reason of lunacy? - I think that's what the court wants me to believe. Yes, that's the conspiracy. To persuade us all that the whole world is crazy, formless, meaningless, absurd. That's the dirty game. So I've lost my case. What of it? You, you're losing too. It's all lost. Lost! So what? Does that sentence the entire universe to lunacy?"
A truly Kafkaesque labyrinth, extremely ornate and rich with metaphors. The direction is claustrophobic. The production design is incredible in portraying the decaying and musky legal system. It can be slightly grating, which is, weirdly, not always a bad thing. My major concern was that it seemed to lack some introspection, there was too much dialogue. Ludicrous ending, but I guess this had to end in an epic manner.
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"" - Hunter S. Thompson
Only Orson Welles and his larger than life vision of the world could handle Kafka. Told like a fable, it takes many viewings to get to the core of it, and still, we could wonder, just as the the main character, whether we have actually managed to understand anything at all. Masterpiece!
Let's pass the obvious: Perkins is a clamorous casting error, especially because of his importance in the film, besides some too mannered sequences. But a camera always in a superior choreographic way, with a corresponding cryptic and sharp editing, are determining factors of involvement, in addition with a scenographic blast, wherein one decor revolves into another, and so on until its explosion. A Welles affair.