There is something really quite terrifying about the scenario in which "Josef K" (a career-best performance from Anthony Perkins, I think) finds himself in this rather sinister thriller. He is awakened one morning to find the police in his bedroom. He is arrested and told he is to stand trial. For what, you might think? Well, that's what he wonders too - and every effort he makes to establish just what he is supposed to have done fails to deliver. His detention is hardly traditional either. He is largely free to come and go as he pleases, provided always that he is available to attend his quest... read the rest.

Joseph K seems perpetually panicked. He squeaks, shouts, cowers, and crows. He feels very guilty about something, but he can't imagine what it could be.

And, under the circumstances, who could fault him for acting so jittery? Men in trench coats have broken into his room, while he slept, to question him about, well, nothing at all. He is, it seems, under arrest, but that needn't keep him from going about his business. It's just one of those things that happens around here, and the judicial system wouldn't want it to keep him from his work.

Orson Welles' rendition of The Trial is, like... read the rest.