Mr. K

Mr. K offers a compelling setup with well-crafted visuals and an eerie atmosphere. You spend much of the film trying to decode what the hotel represents - is it a metaphor for life, death, mental imprisonment? Unfortunately, the film offers little clarity, and its abstract nature feels more hollow than profound.

The guests seem resigned to their fate, contrasting with Mr. K's restlessness. One character asks, "Why isn't my truth the right one?" - a question never truly explored. Despite its short runtime, the film drags due to a lack of rising urgency and thematic consistency. The hotel supposedly shrinks, but its dimensions seem to shift arbitrarily.

In the end, Mr. K frees a mysterious being - and perhaps himself. But is he truly free, or has he accepted his fate? The final scene, swimming toward a light, raises more questions than it answers. I wanted to like this film more, but it left me unmoved.

Crispin Glover is weird. Most of his non-mainstream movies are weird. Let's be honest. He is a gifted actor, but he attaches himself to very bizarre projects. This is no exception.

As you press play, you are introduced to the myriad of companies involved in bringing this film to life: LevelK, Paradiso Filmed Entertainment, Eurimages, NL Film Funds, Flanders Audiovisual Fund, Finnish Impact Film Fund, The Film Kitchen, A Private View Productions, Lemming Film, Take 1, Avrotros, Aurora Studios.

I have literally never seen a film open with that many logos of the backers and producers involved. Not the best sign.

As much as I like Crispin for his work in mainstream films (particularly his claim to fame as George McFly), this film in particular was really a trial to get through. Honestly, I couldn't make it past the first 20 minutes, so this is not much of a review.

The story (if there is one) seemed to go nowhere, and the plot (if there is one) is just way too weird for me.

Hard pass.

First of all the way this movie is filmed is good. The acting of the main lead is good and of te side characters aswell.

Aside from that. This movie left me with an nasty feeling. The feels like the writer of this movie high on all kinds of drugs. The start was promising but the storyline after the first 5 minutes kept getting worse. The movie sums up in just weird and ridiculous situations that just make no sense. And when you think the plot will be explained later on in the movie, it won't. After all my friend and I thought this was wasted time of our very short life. This the first movie review from me because it was that bad. Sorry not sorry.

The opening transition and narration are clever, touching, and deftly done. Bravo. I'd like to say it sets the audience up for the rest of the viewing experience. But sadly the film does never again do anything like it.

The movie looks great and all the elements are there for a remarkable film experience, or at least a memorable one. But instead we get weak uninteresting quirky characters and an endless sequence of nonsensical scenes. At first I was hopeful and intrigued because, surely, there was going to be a pay off. The characters -- all except Crispin Glover's -- appeared to be in on the 'joke' and such elaborate costumes, sets, and staging must be going somewhere. Right? Nope.

More than once I was struck by the impression that I was watching a Tech Demo. I wasn't there for the story or the characters but rather to see this neat thing that the maker did. But not actually a film.

To be honest I stopped watching at some point before the end. I beyond caring about what was going on on the screen at that point that I don't think even the greatest movie ending ever filmed could have re-ignited my interest. But to be clear I have no idea how it ends. Or if it even does.

If it was an exercise in surreal wackiness that could at least be entertaining. But as another reviewer points out it never crosses over into that territory.

Mr. Glover is woefully underused. No doubt the makers were hoping to bring some of his 'character' to the role, but the writing never gives him a chance. They could probably have cast anyone that can muster a lost, bemused expression and the film would not have suffered.

The sets are great. The hotel feels like a place that's a few steps from reality right from the start. But not once was I convinced that any of the characters were an organic part of it. They were just props with the sole purpose of contributing to the atmosphere. This does not a film make.

Saw this at the Imagine 2024 film festival in Amsterdam, where it was the main course at the formal opening. Very strange story, impossible to condense in a few sentences, other than what the synopsis on various websites already tried to tell us about this movie.

Kafka is referenced very often in the synopsis and reviews, and implicitly in the film title (Mr. K.) too. It is not bureaucracy being K's primary obstacle, but other people in the hotel, who are very happy the way it is now and don't want any change. The continuous drive K had to find the hotel exit, came initially from an early appointment he had the first day of his stay. Once he missed that, his urge to get out of the hotel persisted for no reason other than instinct.

A variety of mysterious circumstances and events hinder him on his way out, one of which is an often-appearing marching band passing through the hallways, without any goal or purpose, if only to confuse us as well as Mr. K. The walls and wallpaper start crackling, later revealing some vegetation, maybe suggesting that the hotel is in fact an organism with a purpose of its own. More such extraneous things pass by, none of those really eerie, merely unusual or unexpected, by lack of better words to describe what happened. K's whereabouts in the hotel's kitchen are even stranger, but what it means, if anything, can better be left to an unprepared viewer.

Quote: "We didn't need an exit before you came." From early on, we see the word Liberator painted on the wall near K's hotel room, obviously meaning something, but we don't know the author nor the reason why K is appointed that role. One moment he is respected, nearly worshipped as their liberator, and a few scenes later he is chased and attacked for destroying the hotel and ending everyone's peaceful existence. Neither is true, of course, but we don't know the real truth either. Maybe the best parody on normal life is demonstrated in the kitchen, with a peculiar hierarchy, and a head chef who sees some talent in K, only to feel challenged by him later.

The only objective evidence that unexplainable things are happening, and that the inhabitants cannot go on forever like they are used to, is the shrinking of the hotel rooms. We see the hotel guests cheerfully bringing their furniture to the corridor (which is also shrinking, but they do it anyway). Strangely enough, no inhabitant finds the shrinking building something to worry about. K's journey through the building lets us meet a variety of characters, all having their own role in defending the status quo as the way it should be, defying any changes.

Quote: "You look for the reception where you came into the hotel, to find the exit. Sometimes, the entrance is not the exit." (paraphrased). This comes from two wise-cracking elderly ladies, repeatedly offering him coffee and cake, seemingly in no way concerned about the world around them. They try to cheer up K, who is apparently in distress and deaf to their good-natured comments.

All in all, if you want a deeper showcase for the behavior of people living happily in their comfort zone, only to be disturbed in their happy isolation, this is an interesting and entertaining story. The "offender" causing the disturbance is ridiculed as well as worshipped. Instead of Kafka's struggle with bureaucracy, this Mr. K. must overcome the natural resistance of average people who clinch to their quiet and peaceful existence, and who also refuse to see a lurking danger that is obvious to us but not to them. You need an outsider to trigger change, or better said a revolution.