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Rating: 
- All right, take a fictional note of this...
"KAFKA" is one of those movies that was both negelected by the audience and the critics, and very unjustifiably so. What's exactly wrong with this picture? Is it because a lot of Very Heavy-Thinking Bookreaders claim that the real Franz Kafka is untouchable, and so: not-filmable, and there for, when this is done anyway, it must be condemned even before one single frame is actually seen?
But this is not about Mr. Real Kafka, it's about Mr. Fictitious Kafka, even one without Franz as a first name. This Mr. Fictitious Kafka writes about men transforming into giant insects, yes, and who works as a clerk in a insurance agency, yes, and who, at nightfall, sees a giant castle hoovering above the town in the distance, yes - but for all this, director Steven Soderbergh and screenplay writer Lemm Dobbs should be praised, (yes, even before a single frame has been seen.)
It's like a moviewriter's wet dream: to put The Real Kafka in his own nightmares, to make him a a pawn in his own fiction, and just see, with every page he slamms down on the typer, which way the story goes. Because The Real Kafka was the master of `dream logic', it's the movie writer's associative mind that can make the story about the Fictional Kafka flow in any direction it wants, taking strange turns here and there.
(Not that there shouldn't be a kind of narrative, a plot, but this plot may be based on tiny little super nova-explosions in the Imagination of the movie writer. And mind you, in straight Hollywood terms Imagination, The Great Imagination, is something rather underrated, or even: unappreciated. Because Great Imagination leads to Not-Understandable movies like "Brazil" or the stuff that David Lynch is born out of. And that scares away any decently raised movieproducer - auch! Talk about reals nightmares!!)
And every plot twist cooked up by This Great Imagination may be carried by strange creaures: zombie-like people with fixed grins on their faces, by two twin brotherish desk clerks who play a kind of dead pan slapstick between each others, by hysterical laughing stalkers with surgical incisions on their heads, and by irritating all-knowing police detectives who happen to look very much like Armin-Mueller Stahl.
And by Fictitious Kafka, of course, who maybe impersonates The Real Kafka when nobody is looking, but who rather stays anonymously hidden in the dark, in the back alleys of pittoresque Fictional Prague, or in his crammed little attic, writing his tiny little, barely read stories about people turning into giant insects and menacing castles.
Or about actor Jeremy Irons who dreams he shares the nightmares of a Real Fictitious Writer...
Rating:
- Captivating story. You can't stop watching it.
A little off-center then your average film, it none-the-less grabs your attention. Jeremy Irons is brilliant as usual.
Rating: - must have movie.
To previous reviewer (Penny Schmitt): Go watch Red Heat or any other movie with Arnold - you will find lots of sense and a straight forward story in there, if this is what you need!
On the matter. Never have I seen anything even close to this movie. This does not mean, there is no movie better than this. This just means that "Kafka" is so incredibly different. It is stylish. Unbelievably accurate play. The sound track is gorgeous (as a matter of fact, I have not succeeded to find this soundtrack for 10 years yet). Cliff Martinez did wonderful job. As well as I know, he had looked for a seventy-something year old man (musician), found him in England and took him to Prague to have him play the cymbals forming amazing film entourage.
This movie is worth to be watched at least for what I've just said. It's a piece of art. Don't miss it.
Rating:
- "A" for ATMOSPHERE
If understanding a writer's mind means that you want to go be in his world, this is your movie. While I am defeated by the impossibility of 'making sense' of what happens here in any real way that involves logical explanation, I believe the film well-represents the scary furnishings inside Franz Kafka's mind. It doesn't move back and forth between dream and reality. Instead, it combines the two seamlessly. Only in one scene, a 'pure' dream, does the film move into color. The rest of the time it is a beautiful, grainy-foggy-textured black and white. Prague is gorgeously captured in the b/w universe. The zither score reminds one of The Third Man, another film about the ruin and corruption of Europe. I especially like that the nightmare localities, particularly the Castle interior, are imagined and furnished as 1919 phenomena. As a tour de force of reliving the interior imaginations that might have haunted a writer like Kafka, it's pretty impressive. But as a connected plot or statement, it's not much account. I'd call it intensely and sensitively atmosphere-of-Kafka, but to murky and nebulous to rise too far above that.
Rating: - where is the DVD??
'Kafka' is one of the best Sonderbergh films, and i don't really understand why it has been so underrated. This movies manages brilliantly to convey the menacing atmosphere that we sense in Franz Kafka's books, introduncing elements from 'The Trial' and 'The Castle', mostly, in an original fiction work; the actors are fabulous, the cinematographie is faultless, Jeremy Irons is perfect. A wonderful film, and i'm waiting for years for the DVD. Is there any information about the release date?
- All right, take a fictional note of this..."KAFKA" is one of those movies that was both negelected by the audience and the critics, and very unjustifiably so. What's exactly wrong with this picture? Is it because a lot of Very Heavy-Thinking Bookreaders claim that the real Franz Kafka is untouchable, and so: not-filmable, and there for, when this is done anyway, it must be condemned even before one single frame is actually seen?
But this is not about Mr. Real Kafka, it's about Mr. Fictitious Kafka, even one without Franz as a first name. This Mr. Fictitious Kafka writes about men transforming into giant insects, yes, and who works as a clerk in a insurance agency, yes, and who, at nightfall, sees a giant castle hoovering above the town in the distance, yes - but for all this, director Steven Soderbergh and screenplay writer Lemm Dobbs should be praised, (yes, even before a single frame has been seen.)
It's like a moviewriter's wet dream: to put The Real Kafka in his own nightmares, to make him a a pawn in his own fiction, and just see, with every page he slamms down on the typer, which way the story goes. Because The Real Kafka was the master of `dream logic', it's the movie writer's associative mind that can make the story about the Fictional Kafka flow in any direction it wants, taking strange turns here and there.
(Not that there shouldn't be a kind of narrative, a plot, but this plot may be based on tiny little super nova-explosions in the Imagination of the movie writer. And mind you, in straight Hollywood terms Imagination, The Great Imagination, is something rather underrated, or even: unappreciated. Because Great Imagination leads to Not-Understandable movies like "Brazil" or the stuff that David Lynch is born out of. And that scares away any decently raised movieproducer - auch! Talk about reals nightmares!!)
And every plot twist cooked up by This Great Imagination may be carried by strange creaures: zombie-like people with fixed grins on their faces, by two twin brotherish desk clerks who play a kind of dead pan slapstick between each others, by hysterical laughing stalkers with surgical incisions on their heads, and by irritating all-knowing police detectives who happen to look very much like Armin-Mueller Stahl.
And by Fictitious Kafka, of course, who maybe impersonates The Real Kafka when nobody is looking, but who rather stays anonymously hidden in the dark, in the back alleys of pittoresque Fictional Prague, or in his crammed little attic, writing his tiny little, barely read stories about people turning into giant insects and menacing castles.
Or about actor Jeremy Irons who dreams he shares the nightmares of a Real Fictitious Writer...
Rating:
- Captivating story. You can't stop watching it.A little off-center then your average film, it none-the-less grabs your attention. Jeremy Irons is brilliant as usual.
Rating:
- must have movie.To previous reviewer (Penny Schmitt): Go watch Red Heat or any other movie with Arnold - you will find lots of sense and a straight forward story in there, if this is what you need!
On the matter. Never have I seen anything even close to this movie. This does not mean, there is no movie better than this. This just means that "Kafka" is so incredibly different. It is stylish. Unbelievably accurate play. The sound track is gorgeous (as a matter of fact, I have not succeeded to find this soundtrack for 10 years yet). Cliff Martinez did wonderful job. As well as I know, he had looked for a seventy-something year old man (musician), found him in England and took him to Prague to have him play the cymbals forming amazing film entourage.
This movie is worth to be watched at least for what I've just said. It's a piece of art. Don't miss it.
Rating:
- "A" for ATMOSPHEREIf understanding a writer's mind means that you want to go be in his world, this is your movie. While I am defeated by the impossibility of 'making sense' of what happens here in any real way that involves logical explanation, I believe the film well-represents the scary furnishings inside Franz Kafka's mind. It doesn't move back and forth between dream and reality. Instead, it combines the two seamlessly. Only in one scene, a 'pure' dream, does the film move into color. The rest of the time it is a beautiful, grainy-foggy-textured black and white. Prague is gorgeously captured in the b/w universe. The zither score reminds one of The Third Man, another film about the ruin and corruption of Europe. I especially like that the nightmare localities, particularly the Castle interior, are imagined and furnished as 1919 phenomena. As a tour de force of reliving the interior imaginations that might have haunted a writer like Kafka, it's pretty impressive. But as a connected plot or statement, it's not much account. I'd call it intensely and sensitively atmosphere-of-Kafka, but to murky and nebulous to rise too far above that.
Rating:
- where is the DVD??'Kafka' is one of the best Sonderbergh films, and i don't really understand why it has been so underrated. This movies manages brilliantly to convey the menacing atmosphere that we sense in Franz Kafka's books, introduncing elements from 'The Trial' and 'The Castle', mostly, in an original fiction work; the actors are fabulous, the cinematographie is faultless, Jeremy Irons is perfect. A wonderful film, and i'm waiting for years for the DVD. Is there any information about the release date?