So glad you liked it bro!
"Comes Unstitched": As far as realism goes, there is no sequence as profound and as unendurably affecting in all of Cinema. Tarr manages to encompass everything that makes us human; the flaws (greed, incendiarism, indoctrination), the virtues (wonder, imagination, hope and passion), the corporeal, the existential and metaphysical searching, the intangible beauty and sadness that manifests throughout human existence.
Like an unholy fusion of Berlin Alexanderplatz and Andrei Rublev where the techniques that Tarkovsky uses to make the transcendent, holy and eternal glimmer in the profane are used instead to make the world more grimy, endless, profane, unescapable, and humid than even Fassbinder's Berlin. The only light is Tarr's dark sense of humor, which abounds. Unqualified masterpiece.
The focus that every shot demands of the viewer, not only because of its length but absolutely brilliant blocking of movement while I guess allowing for a lot of improvisation, made the movie a kind of meditation session. The length made watching a physical experience and that was a bit part of it. The comedy of what was really just tragedy felt like a gift and I don't think i'll ever have an experience like this.
Just watched this for a 2nd time. Just remarkable. Even better the 2nd time around. It's become one of my 10 favorite films of all time. So bleak, strange, humorous at times, sad, beautiful, disgusting, horrifying. One of the greatest films ever made, and Tarr's masterpiece.
Utterly ridiculous! Only a movie this mad will keep me sane for the years to come. Harmonies and Turrin Horse feel like embellished areas of this movie and just don't compare to the grand magnitude movement of Satan's tango. Very compelling, very witty, very graceful, very bleak. I'm so glad Mr.Tarr has retired because there will be only this movie to journey to, in the end.
I cannot possibly begin to list every positive criticism about the entirety of the film. I will say that i watched all of it in one go; this is how it should be viewed. Poetic, haunting and all whilst being grounded with its realism. I lost my Bela Tarr virginity with style. From what i recollect my favorite line from the film is "The sun comes to give life to his shadow"
There is nothing to say about the colossus, Sátántangó that hasn't already been said. I do however want to mention a specific chapter of the film: "Comes Unstitched". I believe that as far as realism in film goes, it is probably the most profound and affecting sequence in all of Cinema. Ethereal, haunting, mesmeric, frustrating, ugly, devestating and utterly human. I wish Werckmeister Harmonies was much longer now.
I won't say that you don't feel the seven fucking hours pass away while you watch this film, though it's interesting to note that, once the film sets the pace of the story, you do realize that there is no other way this can be told. The feeling of unease doesn't come from the length, but from the mise en scène that establishes that you're watching hell in a very personal and intimate way. Also, poor kitty.
I'm disappointed in myself that I put off seeing this so long because of its superhuman length. It is as joyous of a cinematic discovery as anything I have had the pleasure of seeing. All the horror and damned stories lead up to a final hour that is nothing short of electrifying. This is not an essential viewing to say you endured 450 minutes of Bela Tarr, but an essential viewing to be amazed. Enjoy.
DT 9OCT12 Also must give mention to the guy who was trying to balance a baguette on his head (!).
May sound crazy enough, but I see this as a comedy, more in that it's about all those aspects of life bitter and sweet, and not a "communism killed us" picture. The scene with the girl and the cat says more than thousands of pages could ever do. That made the film for me. The last 2 hours, I think I was absorbing less and less, but so much had already been achieved that I was okay with it.
Watched this in one sitting today and I have to admit, I was totally blown away. Definitely one of the most engaging, thoughtful, visually beautiful films I've ever seen. Tarr's masterpiece. While I can't say that every second of this 7 hour epic was perfect, I will say that as a whole it is a monumental and ambitious achievement. It's also the bleakest vision of humanity I've ever seen portrayed on film. Loved it.
A sense of the ominous brewing under the surface, along with clear finesse behind its craft, kick this off as engrossing drama, focusing on the physical and social decay within a newly-defunct collective farm in rural Hungary at the end of Communism, revealing all the broken hopes and dreams and distrust therein. A striking achievement, standing as sui generis even within Tarr’s own oeuvre, not least for its length - less unwieldy as may seem - but also for its intriguing multi-perspective narrative, and indeed its memorable textures.
My mother's the sea... / My father's the earth, / my name is tango... tango... tango... / My father's the sea, / My mother's the earth...
I saw Béla Tarr’s 7 hour epic Sátántangó on a scratchy 35mm print at the Harvard Film Archive the other day. At times it was tedious, but overall it was one of the most ominous and haunting experiences I’ve had in the cinema. It's worth it to seek out a film screening of this instead of settling for the DVD.
Godard once said that film began with Griffith and ended with Kiarostami; apparently he's never seen a Tarr film.