Transformation A tuberculosis cough breaks the silence and sounds like a fatal duel shot. The darkness surrounds the thin figure of a forty-one-year-old man. Enveloping all hopelessness once again reminded of itself, in such a world it is difficult to find a reason for joy. The desert streets of Prague are visually quite ordinary, but it is worth looking closely, and it seems that the people who lived here have long died, and all around is just a projection of the past, which is no longer there. Now you do not care whether the future will come, whether your soul will sweep through the long series of events, incidents, tragedies. All that matters is the present, the second you won't catch. Time, the inevitability that takes you away from your bright memories and leads to your final destination called death. And it is not so important that nourishes the fear of everything around, the surrounding reality or your own mental problems.
Being is similar to the looped process that caught up with Joseph K. The incessant anticipation of an outcome forces you to rush from one door to the other. Only in a trial called life, the judge is God, your lawyer is fate, and the prosecutor is death. If you believe in this inevitable system, which will finally destroy you, sucks you like in quicksand, life will become really difficult. Animated Czech short does not try to embrace all the events of the writer’s life, to show his true nature, this is not required. The black color here interferes with the dull white, the music, seemingly beautiful, with every minute more and more causes the desire to shoot yourself.
The filmmakers do not try to present everything to the viewer. This fifteen-minute initiation presents small but important passages of the writer’s life that may have looked like this in his eyes. Inexplicability borders on absurdity, and the only thing that catches the eye is references to Kafka’s work. In this dull world, it rains all the time, drums on the glass, the sun never comes out of the gloomy clouds. You just have to live your life and turn into a dog, rush into the darkness, where there are no words, but only freedom, because it is the only asset.