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.
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.