I truly loved the stilistic premise of the dialogue because to me it perfectly conveys Kafkas text, the absurd gravity of his dialogues. The beautiful lighting and mise en scène added to the theatrical feel of it. It really could have done with a little less running time tho, at some point it just seemed to drive home a point which had already arrived long ago.

A road is always a memory of movement.

Had extremely strong moments, but in the end this kind of equality feminism that still relies heavily on the heterosexual couple leaves a bad taste in my mouth at best and is straight on annoying at worst.
Still Heinrich is a poignant example of male entitlement.