Film

The Trial

Name: The Trial
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery
Released: 1962
Cast: Anthony Perkins, Romy Schneider, Orson Welles, Akim Tamiroff, Jeanne Moreau

Welles' Kafka adaptation is less a courtroom drama than a fever dream: Anthony Perkins scurries through cavernous, half-built sets while faceless officials shrug at his guilt. It's expressionist, disorienting, occasionally very funny in a horrible way. Watch it for atmosphere and dread rather than plot logic — this is cinema as anxiety attack, gorgeously photographed.

TMDb rating

7.4

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