Don't you just hate when you're woken up by a stranger saying you're guilty and going through your pornograph? It really sets the tone for the whole day. Next thing you know, three of your silent co-workers are probably ratting you out, your neighbor moves and doesn't want anything to do with you, your uncle is showing up to your work uninvited, and you either have to rely on a bed-ridden Orson Welles or a guy who threatens little p*ssies with icepicks. Welcome to Franz Kafka's 'The Trial' directed by Orson Welles.