The Frank Kafka museum aims to capture the strange, estranging qualities of the man who is its subject. The interior is dark. A video presentation begins with street images of Prague that grow distorted as if seen from underwater. We see notebooks and letters, photos, a family lineage with text we are forced to bend low to read. The lighting is dim. There are many locked drawers. I was left mildly bemused and marginally disturbed, which is probably the intended effect.
A shifting, changing head of Kafka, all stainless steel and electronic wizardry, offers a lighter look. Less oppressive bureaucracy and more twisting imagination. Another David Černý piece that beguiles, intrigues and leads you back to some inner quality of the subject that goes beyond the facts and dates of museum displays.