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In a small, dilapidated village in 1990s Hungary, life has come to a virtual stand-still. The Autumn rains have started. A few of the villagers expect to receive a large cash payment that evening, and then plan to leave. Some want to abscond earlier with more than their fair share of the money. However they hear that the smooth-talking Irimias, whom they thought had died, is returning. They are apprehensive that he will take all their money in one of his grandiose schemes to keep the community going.
Cinema undiluted, yet clouded; quintessential, yet corrupted; lucid, yet vague; high-minded, yet smothered in dirty shapes, postured to perfection. Designed to transport, to form a familiar, albeit foreign environment for its viewers through patient, sincere and expressive manipulation of audiovisual details, resulting in a pure-form, sensory-cinema experience. Indeed, Satantango is meticulously crafted to shift its viewers from their (position in a chair, or) place in reality, into the gut of a nonentity-like vehicle, slowly drifting, but at the same time quickly catapulting through the process of a bleak, syncopated, rhythmic flit with the dark heart of a total eclipse. In essence, caliginosity and crepuscule as an unfathomable, esoteric and profoundly inexplicable display of medium-mastery. And, in the end, one of the human race's single greatest accomplishments, both inside and outside the field of artistic creation.
A REVIEW FOR MY #1 FAVORITE FEATURE FILM OF MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE, AND MAYBE FOREVER WITH A 99.5% PROBABILITY.
Don't read it as a review, but as a magazine article. This is the longest thing I have ever written about one single film, but it is also the only review that made me cry out of sentiment while constructing it.
Before starting to construct a modest, fully developed essay about Béla Tarr's Sátántangó, let's make a nostalgic resume about some of the most wonderful experiences cinema has offered throughout its history. German Expressionism represented the pinnacle of Berlin's technical vision and resulted in the most visually captivating and thought-provoking classic masterpiece up to a hair-rising degree. After the Second World…
An absolute masterpiece from Bèla Tarr, who really does prove he's one of the greatest directors of all time. Seven long hours pass beautifully, each of the 157 shots in the film precisely framed and captured to perfection. If I were to highlight only one sequence in this absolute fucking classic of all cinema, it would be the final 30 minutes, which are among the creepiest I've ever seen in a movie and leave a lasting impression that provokes nightmares and chills. Those thirty minutes alone make it one of the best films I have ever seen.
When people ask me why I love cinema so much, I spend a lot of time thinking about an answer. Usually I have nothing.
Now I can say one word: Satantango.
Satantango is why I love cinema.
Once caught in the paradigm of watching, rating, reviewing, talking about a film with friends, it becomes a rare occurence that within a films run-time you will forget about these supposed obligations, and become totally swept up in what's happening on screen. It's an even rarer feat for a seven hour long film like Satantango to manage this; from the moment it takes hold of you, it has you. It's one of the few experiences in cinema - and I've felt it…
Throughout my experience with cinema as an art form I have come across a handful a films that affect me in a variety of ways. A film like 2001: A Space Odyssey was able to show me the transcendent ideas films have to offer. Paris, Texas was able to show me the beauty in human connection and a truth behind what a relationship is. Dancer in the Dark is a film that gave me an insight into the horrors of intimate death. Come and See, Last Year at Marianbad, It's Such a Beautiful Day, Paths of Glory and Magnolia are all films that has taught me the language of cinema and the power behind the dialogue between an artist and…
I always used to think people who say they genuinely 'like' Satantango are just lying to catch a little shine, or because otherwise what was the point of sitting through those 450 slow minutes? Its difficult to just simply dislike or disregard a movie you have invested so much of your time in but as it turns out, Bela Tarr's mammoth Satantango really is pretty great. So great actually that it probably deserves an even higher rating than this but I did find it difficult to really connect with its story and find something to latch onto in the way some others have. I also feel it was a bit overextended in parts and in those moments I started to…
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"I Shouldn't drink, when I do I keep thinking of coffins"
A 7.5 hour masterpiece from the greatest Hungarian filmmaker. A oppressive and nihilistic atmosphere combined with extraordinary long takes with a enigmatic and thought provoking storyline. It never gets boring and becomes hypnotic at points. Some moments test your sanity (The Spider's Pattern II) but that just what makes it a worthwhile experience that you will never forget.
This is it.
Do you guys know Bull of Heaven? When my ADHD was ultra fucked up (I couldn't have normal conversations without drifting away), they helped me a lot: I used their songs to help me concentrate and focus in one thing only. I'm drawing this comparison between Sátántangó and BoH songs because both are really, really long, 'boring', unchanging, 'dull' and I love them both.
I'm not gonna lie and say those 7+ hours flew by. They did not. I felt every single one of them, and that's how I think it should be; we get into these characters' shoes by sharing their cold emptiness, their despair, hopelessness, submission. This is a story very focused in the meaninglessness of life, and…
I wasted 7 hours of my life.
I did it. (mostly insufferable garbage)
(-½ star for cat cruelty)
An action-packed Hungarian thriller.
A Hungarian film from the 90s that is full of grime and grit but is also absolutely mesmerizing. It is an incredibly long movie (7.5 hours) but with it's unique rhythmic storytelling and broken up sections it compels the viewer to keep coming back for more. Personally I see this as a film that heavily deals with the subject of sinful acts but really there can be many plausible interpretations. Satantango has received universal acclaim since its release and after watching it not too long ago I can say that this film definitely still holds up. In fact it is so weird and out there one would almost think that aliens made this in an attempt to create the filthiness…
I can't tell if this is complete shit or a masterpiece.
All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1177. An easy way of seeing how…
In no particular order (1940-2016).