While the film is aesthetically effective and faithful to Kafka's text, it is stricken by the notable flaw of a miscast Anthony Perkins as the confounded hero.
A selectively sluggish feature with a one-note narrow focus punctuated by still life chapter divisions, the film's techniques manage to permeate target audiences but regrettably emphasize absences as routinely as the intimacies.
Brimming with all varieties of life's microcosms far beyond the savvy and appreciation of an initial viewing, the film is a pleasantly tender and rather down-to-earth surprise from surrealist Katsuhito Ishii.
In a time of recession in America, McCoy's novel and Pollack's adapted film may resonate stronger with today's literati and philosophers than it ever has before.
Gregory Nava weaves a poignant immigrant pursuit of the American Dream but also universally examines concepts of family, coexistence, and cultural significance.