This is the first Tarr film I've gotten to see and it will become one of my favourites im sure! The presence of certain people (the old woman) is enough to add to the sadness that permeates much of the film. Spare use of dialogue sheds meaning on all the moments of silence. Such a sad and ultimately brilliant film.
It reminded me a lot of Stalker in the way both films made such wretched locations so compelling to look at, and the spaced-out narrative is in perfect harmony with the overall tone of grief and desolation. It demands patience though, but if you're willing to give it a chance you won't regret it.
This film decays before our eyes in the most beautiful way, with endless rain and mud. I was enticed by the inclusion of a torch singer, my kryptonite. Still, I wish I liked this movie more than I did. I found myself disconnected and bored by the characters. The way the main character was treated and the way he mindlessly loved that terrible woman was quite frustrating. A solid film, but not a favourite. ★★★
Quite possibly the most miserable film ever made. Tarr's vision of a living nightmare contains some of the most extraordinarily bleak images I've ever seen in a film.
Tarr's artistry drags us into a dream where the surroundings seem lifeless and where people deceive and drift aimlessly. This sense of solitude gets in the soul of man tearing apart what little he's got. All the while, it rains endlessly.
Twenty minutes into the film I realized I loved it unreservedly. Anyone guess which scene that was?
There's a great piece of writing on Tarr's films by András Bálint Kovács available in English called The World According to Tarr. Just one quote from it: "From the possible connotations of rain Tarr selected monotony and slow, unnoticeable, but unstoppable destruction and decomposition." Anyway, the essay should be compulsory reading for Tarr's fans.
Finally got around to experiencing the collective international fangasm that is Bela Tarr. He is good: utilizing ambient sound collages with long takes, he is able to bring the viewer right into the introspective nature of his movies. Philosophical dilemmas populate the foreground in dialog while the actual story and visual narrative happens in the background. He learned a lot from Tarkovsky.
The fog gets into the corners, into the lungs.....it settles in your soul.
Going in, I really thought I'd like this and had anticipated watching it ever since catching Werckmeister Harmonies. But whereas the long takes and unnatural dialogue only seemed to enhance the intense experience of that film, here, it kept disconnecting me from the characters' plights. The only plus for me here is the haunting and beautiful cinematography which seems to be a hallmark of Tarr's.