The Kafka novel gets a bleaker take
From Haneke, with a modern, 90s set.
While Ulrich Muhe's mournful face can make
One cry all by itself, a certain bet:
'Twill break your heart, as K, I could have done
Without the voice of Udo Samel as
A narrator whose dullness made me numb
And wasn't needed. What this film, though, has
That's good is close and clausterphobic scenes
And side-scrolled ones in snow that both combine
To show a small and cheerless world. This all means
It's competent, but none would call it fine.
In short, it's hard to see the master hand
Of its director. Was that what he'd planned?
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