When Tarr said he was tired of making films, he meant it, and this film is a testament to that. We are basically witnessing a tragic death over the course of two and half hours, the death of the creative spirit.
I thought of similarities to two very different things while watching this movie. The first was "Jeanne Dielman." In that they are both films about a repetitive routine which slowly and subtly unravels over the course of a few days. The second was a Louis C.K. joke: "I don't hit my kids, but my mom hit me. The difference is I have money and my mom didn't."
Beckett created primarily with words; Tarr with images. Beckett might have ended 'The Turin Horse ' with: "it will be the dark, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the dark you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on." A fitting close to this part of Bela Tarr's career - can't wait to see what he and Agnes will do next - maybe some form of social activism . . .
The “unholy egoism”, claimed by Stirner, arises from the frailty of the image, blackened in perpetual distress – his prophecy brings the tempest to the last endurance of man. We killed God, and now we are our own deity as lone individuals, till the end of times.