Makes me wonder whether complete desolation or destruction might actually make this world an interesting; but then I retreat and resort to my thoughts that suicide may well be the kindest action man can do for himself..
For six days, man and woman each eat a potato, and then dark silence overcomes them. Ritual figures deeply in Tarr’s observation of the death of God. Metonyms of the Lord, the horse will not eat, the wind will not blow, the water will not rise, the fire will not burn. Life stands still. God Is Dead.
99/100 – Masterful
The photography is undeniably stunning but it's a pretty rough 2 1/2 hours for anyone desiring any degree of emotional involvement or enlightenment. If you've ever stared at a puddle and watched it dry up in the sun and contemplated how it stands as a metaphor for life ebbing away into nothingness and found that experience to be rewarding then by all means buy the ticket and take the..... well not a ride....hmmm
You could call it the downer of the year (any year), but this trip to Hell On Earth is also one of the most forceful, articulate visions of the decade. I can't say I agree with its existence-is-futile-but-death-is-worse pessimism, probably because I believe in Jean Renoir more than Friedrich Nietzsche. But that also means that when filmmaking so expert and vivid comes along, I can't ignore it either. Nor should you.
Can't get Béla Tarr's exploration of loneliness, desperation and nothingness of my mind. And Mihály Vig's astonishing soundtrack really makes the world stop to the sad realization of an harsh and cruel reality. And that horse, my god. All I could think of when I appeared on screen was "Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up".
Stunningly rendered existential drama turns the most mundane aspects of life into pure poetry. There's not really a plot per se, but it doesn't need one. Focusing on two peasants and their horse in the midst of a seemingly supernatural gale, who once had a fateful encounter with Frederic Nietzsche. Sparse and haunting, Tarr's film enthralls with virtually no dialogue and striking long takes.
A masterpiece. A metaphysical assessment of the barrenness of our days, a post-Nietzschean world.Tarr depicts each of the six days through different movements & camera setups which allows us to formulate a specific understanding of time & space over the course of the film's 2 1/2 hours.Very little revealing character psychology, a gale beyond measure, the materiality of the world made unrelenting in its presence.