Tallulah Schwab’s unsettling film Mr. K pulls viewers into its enigmatic world from the very start. We meet Crispin Glover’s character, simply known as Mr. K, a traveling magician drifting between small performances, forever searching for somewhere to lay his head. When he checks into a peculiar hotel one night, he gets more than he bargained for. Strange inhabitants roam the twisting halls, and strangely enough, Mr. K finds he can’t seem to find his way back out.

Drawing inspiration from Kafka’s surreal tales of isolation and absurdism, Schwab crafts a disorienting picture that leaves reality as we know it behind. Within the decaying walls of the hotel, normal logic no longer applies. Marching bands emerge from secret doors, the halls continually fold in on themselves, and other guests like the charming elderly sisters Ruth and Sara are not quite what they seem. Strange mysteries abound...