2007
Orson Welles has called The Trial one of his best movies. Here we have a highly deteriorated version of the film, shot over and over and over again, until all the sound one hears is the sound of the auditorium in which it was recorded, and the video becomes an eerie dance of compression and artifact and stupidly improbable color which is not much more than a miscalibrated projector further falling out of whack; until the shade of feeling the original movie elicits changes to something new, until the movie ceases to be an Orson Welles movie through sheer mechanic re-digestion by another artist.