Tedious and tendentious, totally lacking in finesse or nuance. Ernst Deutsch and Ewald Balser were fine actors entirely wasted by the overwrought script. It occurs to me that this might be Pabst trying to prove he was a good guy despite having willingly made films for the Third Reich. His sentimentality fatally infects his story of 19th century antisemitism. For a far more compelling treatment of this theme, see Erich Engel's Affaire Blum, also from 1948.
Review of Der Prozeß
