Predicting the Holocaust and more, Franz Kafka’s 1925 novel sees a clerk discover he’s accused of... something.
The harder he tries to understand what, the deeper he loses himself in a bureaucratic nightmare.
It was perfect for Orson Welles, whose baroque adap (starring Anthony Perkins) is a spectacle of extraordinary images: corridors leading to more corridors, a room of desks stretching to eternity, Welles himself as the cigarchomping Advocate.
It’s shadowed with the fatalistic poignancy of the filmmaker’s own endless struggle.
