What more could possibly be desired from a film? The climactic dance of debauchery seals the deal. Eclectic music shuffle mixed into utter soundscape, and the humming?! This is purely experiential, a feast for the eyes and ears, no words necessary.
The Corridor is in some ways the poetic detritus, the denude - and I mean this in a very good way - of Tarr's later work. With less focus on metaphysical questions, Bartas' film is more consistently concrete in its images of humanity's aimlessness and sadness. Meaningful cinema.
A kid is repeatetdly pushed in a puddle. It fights to get out but there is no way.Then after the bullys are gone it crawls out of the water, shaking and sitting. It can't get up, it won't. The will is gone so is the power, and resignation has taken their place. But it is free. Free?
по аллее лиц пробежала жизнь.
душно средь запертых дверей спёртому воздуху в сжатых стенах. холодно тьме вне света. и ты неуклюжими шагами проходишь по коридору-дороге, обветшалой от людовидения, обивавших стопы у порогов, в надежде найти память.
A post-soviet experience about the extremes of aggression, exhaustion of loneliness and love
As the film unfolds as an associative collage of memory fragments, shards of experience & chance events amongst a number of the buildings inhabitants all connected by the metaphor of the corridor, a passage between yesterday and today containing many doors
Narrative logic is eschewed in favor of poetry of loss and desire here