"Although a 50-year-old Kinski is incontrovertibly too old for Woyzeck, who, in Georg Büchner's play, is a military young man, but constantly seen hot and bothered, he really breaks a sweat to manifest the volcanic upheaval that seethes underneath, and this time, it is not egoism, bigotry or menace, but something masochistic, Woyzeck is a cipher, a pipsqueak, he cannot rival in brawn the drum major (Bierbichler), whom Marie fancies, rarely Kinski is seen so hapless, frantic in a piteous way, preoccupied with hallucinations and apocalyptic visions, even his movement is unnatural, also dissimilar from Dracula's tardy, calculated gait, Woyzeck doesn't walk but skulks about, hops at one's beck and call, a simian mimicry."
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read my full review on my blog: Cinema Omnivore, thanks.