The saturation of a language and simultaneously a possibility of its exaltation, depending on the look before a movie absolutely exhausted. In my case the lack of interest is total and inevitable and even though i'm very sensitive to the formality of films, this panoply of sequence-shots lead me to despair for a fragmented découpage with another perspective of editing and much much less presumption of exemplarity.
While his tradmark long takes, B & W shot, & extreme closeups of people looking desolate remain, this is different from earlier Tarr. There's a comparatively easy to follow plot, Noir genre influence,& political subtext. The actor that played the old intimidating guy was great (I was tense whenever he was on screen) as was everybody. Last 20 min was really intense. I don't get people that think this is a minor work.
The first 45 minutes are masterfully done. The technique felt innovative, but he does the same thing for every scene thereafter and it lost it's novelty. Still, it's an inspiring piece of work and a great genre film. As for Bebla Tarr, I wish I started with this and not the Turin Horse.
In the Béla Tarr style, this film is meditatively slow and the camera moves around as if it were a character in itself as its moves from one thing to another in a slow dream-like fashion. The music also renders an atmosphere of cold despair and burgeoning tension. And one can imagine quite a few people might truly hate its slow progression, but it manages to sink beneath one's skin the way most films don't.