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 . . .
Pretentious crap. It's not the pace that's bothersome, or the repetitiveness, or the complete lack of plot. What's irritating is the ridiculous stoical pessimism devoid of humanity Tarr depicts. Along with occasional sophomoric interjections of existentialist philosophy, and a ridiculous intellectualized depressed version of peasant life. The truly stunning cinematography is wasted.
After seeing The Turin Horse a third time, it made me realize that a portion of the film reflects how repetitious my daily activities are, eating the same food and reliving the same mundane experience. A weight of human life as Tarr would describe it. Even the use of black-and-white reflects the world truly. In some way it's a documentary or in another way a dark impressionist painting with Nietzsche as the painter.