Franz Kafka
This is going to be two movies.
Title: The Metamorphosis
German: Die Verwandlung
Franz Kafka
Narrator: One morning, Gregory Samsa had awoken to find himself transformed into a giant insect.
Family knocking on door and calling: Gregory! Gregory! Gregory! He must be sleeping in again. He usually does not sleep in this late.
Father: Gregory's job is keeping all of us afloat. The income that he has at the prestigious office he works at is funding my early retirement.
Sales clerk: Knocking on door. Gregory, I am your supervisor. Why haven't you shown up for work lately. In five years with our firm, this is your first sick day. Actually, I have been very disappointed with your performance as of late. The boss is shortlisting people for promotion. How do you think this stunt that you are pulling today will look towards that?
Gregory opens the door to reveal himself.
The salesclerk backpeddles in horrors and runs out the door.
The angry father growls and his fist punches Gregory's carpace or wing covering and then he kicks Gregory in the stomach and Gregory, falls backward into his room.
Gregory's sister Grete lovingly feeds him with milk and bread which he used to love when he was a human. But he refuses this. His sister feeds him garbage from the garbage can, he thinks outloud with a tear flowing from his eye:
"How things have degenerated that I am eating this garbage that my sister is lovingly feeding me. And she is also draping a cloth covering over a sofa so that I could hide comfortably."
The sister drapes a cloth covering over a sofa so that Gregory could hide underneath it.
He uses his insectoid hands to bring some money, a violin, and a school diploma as well as a miniature Christmas tree as if to tell his sister that previously, he intended to give his sister money to go to violin school this upcoming Christmas, that is, before he turned into an insect.
Sister: You mean to tell me that you intended to give me this money for violin school this Christmas?
The women decide to move the furniture out of the room to give him more room, but are careful not to take out all of the furniture so as to remind him that he was once a human, and they say as much.
Grete: We better not take out all the furniture so as to remind Gregory that he was once a human.
The father returns. Seeing Gregory, he throws two apples one misses and the next one hits Gregory in the back. Gregory only groaned resignedly.
Narrator: Gregory's peculiar pathology had roused the family out of their complacency and thus they decided to become employed. The father works at an office. The mother worked as a seamstress. And Grete decided to work as a teenage model for the Sears catalogue. They made lots of money, more money than if things had gone on normally, if Gregory had not turned into a giant cockroach.
Three boarders move in. They are sitting on couches in the living room.
Boarder: We are lucky that the three of us got to be boarders in this lovely rooming house. Mrs. Samsa is a gracious landlady."
When they see Gregory, they sarcastically exclaim, "Mr Samsa! How disgusting. If that man sized insect is staying here, we are leaving and don't expect us to pay rent for such a roach infested dive."
Father: Gregory. Look what you have done. You have jinxed things for us again. You in your present form, that is bad magic for the family.
Gregory goes to his room and says to himself: I ruined it for the family that I love. Perhaps I am better off dead.
Narrator: This story is just as much about the gracious feminine personality of the sister Grete. When Gregory first turned into an insect, she was a merely a scrip of a girl.
On a streetcar ride with her family, her transformation was complete. She has transformed from a normal young flatchested girl into a beautiful young woman with large breasts and a curvy figure.
On the streetcar, she shined with her new and powerful female presence, a female who has had the rare experience of nursing a 150 pound insect. Always, as she went through life, with life in all its different phases, city, forest, desert, tropic, tundra, her brother's spirit when he was a normal human was on one side of her, and the spirit of her brother when he was an insect was on the other side of her.
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In The Penal Colony
Colony Music. I decided to upload the music separately, due to technical duress.
In The Penal Colony. The main story.
Narrator: Franz Kafka was someone who lived in the early part of the last century. He lived in Germany with his parents for most of his life, he had a few girlfriends but died young of tuberculosis before he could get married. Much of his work has been lost to the disparate and evil forces of the Second World War which pervaded the part of the world which he lived.
He was employed as an office clerk. A humble man, he is regarded as one of the greatest writers of the 20th Century.
Title: In The Penal Colony
Narrator: Once there was a traveller that travelled to a land where they were just outlawing an archaic method of extracting justice, more extracting than justice.
Traveller: I have been granted permission to watch and then to record the events of this court room. I have travelled a great distance for this.
Controller: I can't get it out of my mind that the current Commandant is going to outlaw this machine. The previous Commandant authorized the use of this machine but he transferred to another place and has since been replaced with this Commandant with whom I am at odds with. In fact, this is going to be the last scheduled execution. No one knows who invented this machine. This machine exemplifies the meaning of penitence in the word penitentiary as the condemned goes through the most profound psychological change before he is released from the machine. The typical designated time in the machine set up is six hours.
Narrator: The machine is a bed in which the condemned lies on his stomach on a mattress. A series of spikes is delicately, and some might say diletanttely controlled through an exquisite and strange series of controls through a lever which results in the lances of the spikes scrawling a blood drawn message on the back of the victim.
The condemned: Groans loudly.
The machine's levers still being controlled.
The Controller: Stop. It isn't nobody knows who invented the machine. I invented the machine! I now realize that this is going to be the last use of this machine. I must be the last recipient of the machine.
Strap me in! This is going to be an interesting next six hours. Oh no!
The person working the lever: There seems to be a problem here. I can't control the lever....
The machine snaps shut suddenly. The spikes emerge from underneath the mattress, all blood drenched.
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