Interesting new film from Steven Soderbergh that casts Jeremy Irons as the tortured Franz Kafka, combining elements of his real life and his own blend of Kafka-esque man-made hellishness.*************************** Kafka. Interesting new film from Steven Soderbergh (sex, lies and videotape) that casts Jeremy Irons as the tortured Franz Kafka, combining elements of his real life and his own blend of Kafka-esque man-made hellishness. Approached by a radical group who shared a common ally shared by both, Kafka is stuck at his dead-end job that is filled with a zany bunch characters that you would likely find in one of his own stories, or expounded on by William S. Boroughs. There is talk of a castle—something he wrote about—and there are these people who are tested upon that act very inhumanly and insectile that recall “Metamorphosis” to a point. Lem Dobb’s script doesn’t rely on comprehension or linearity, but the whole scope of the project has its compelling root. That maddening feeling of where we are being led and how to sift through the mess is a viable trait of Kafka’s work, and despite the convolution of everything going on, it warrants at least another viewing to try and trace and discern those fictional aspects fused with biographical reality. Irons is appealing in the title role, and the choice to film it predominantly in black-and-white is an amiable one. Soderbergh, far off base from sex, lies and videotape, develops or experiments with the earlier stylings of Cronenberg, Lynch, Polanski, and the movie I am Curious (Yellow) among many others and many long ago established, therefore making it not as fresh as intended, but it is something of a renewal.
With Theresa Russell, Armin Mueller-Stahl and Ian Holm.Final Verdict: B.