Franz

At first, I supposed be a short film about Franz Kafka. And, indeed, in some measure, it is it. A young man, very pale, with precise schendule, a sort of scrivener, working home,discovers signs of presence of an intruder. He finds it , in wardrob, barefoot, with a clay mask hidding his face. Another is find in the next day , in armchair. And the two are not the only. And their rebellion is not just symbolic. So, poor Franz uses violence for some equilibrium of situation.

But the consequence, surprising, changes , in radical way, his life , offering to him freedom.

A parable or just Kafkaiesque touch. More important, the fair dose of realism, the precise image of routine and the inspired final.