As with so many of Kafka’s heroes, our young boy finds himself trapped from the start. Trapped by situations he can hardly control or understand, he drifts through a dark, inhospitable, German-speaking America. Though politics are not exactly explicit, the film title casts a specific light on all his situations: his demise, the rejection by his family, the accidental meet-ups and troubles, the accusations, all seem to stem from class conflicts, aspirations and needs.
As distant as the boy feels in these conditions and claustrophobic surroundings, so we also feel distant from all the characters, even those that we should feel warm towards. That the décor should not be describing the scene, it should be the scene, was what the directors believed, and even the characters seem part of it.
Automata, trapped in their class expectations, are we all, just part of the décor? Is there a way out?
other info:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087566/
http://www.straub-huillet.com/pages/film.php?id=Rapports_de_classes&cls=non
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