All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1167. An easy way of seeing how…
In a small dilapidated village in Hungary, life has come to a virtual standstill. The autumn rains have started. 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 coming back. They are apprehensive that he will take all their money in one of his grandiose schemes to keep the community going.
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…
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
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.
'What can you make in a small village?'
'You can make a masterpiece'
A 7 hour and 30 minutes of pure experience, which can make you feel that Cinema is life and it's worth living for.
Bela Tarr has made a art which is beyond imagination, it is like entering into his world and experiencing it frame by frame. Werckmeister Harmonies which I had a first hand experiencing to a world I have never entered before, and now this. I literally don't have words to describe it.
The camera, the feeling, the village, the people, the life and the experience within it. Bela Tarr has given us a gift. One of the story in this movie is of A Girl…
This is one of those highly regarded films that I’ve always put off watching mainly because you have to really be in the mood for a seven and a half hour(!) depressing and glacially slow film. I’m still not sure I was in the right frame of mind because whilst I can appreciate the craft (the beautiful black and white photography, the haunting long takes and omniscient-like panning shots), and there are images and whole passages that linger in the memory, it is not a story that I really felt connected to.
Béla Tarr’s small scale epic is split into twelve chapters with each segment focusing on a new character’s point of view, often of the same events, in a…
Yes, it's 7.5 hours long. But once you get into the hang of it, its long shots are hypnotic, and there's surprising humour amongst the grimness of Soviet-collapse Hungary.
Wow, what an experience. What Bela Tarr did in this film is remarkable. He made a this film in an entirely new way and as a result you are forced to watch it in an entirely new way. Because of its seven and a half hour run-time and long average shot length you are forced to go into the film in a certain state of mind. You think to yourself: "I don't think I can make it through in one sitting" and you feel a similar combination of dread, doubt and excitement as many characters in the film. This, combined with how realistic it is, makes this seven hour epic not just watchable, but enthralling, and impossible to forget.
I was plodding along, and here comes Irimiás, and he gives me a hug, and the waitresses started jumping like squirrels to get us a drink, and he bought the drinks and he told me everything. He told me about the explosives and the Schneider Kids, and the waitresses jumped like squirrels when he bought the drinks, as I was plodding and plodding and plodding along, and he hugged me, and told me everything and Irimiás bought the drinks, and he told me he was coming and told me that they had explosives with the Schneider Kids, and the Schneider Kids were playing as I was plodding and plodding along, as the waitresses jumped like squirrels to get the drinks,…
Scalarama / A Nos Amours screening in Hyde Park Picture House
I'd heard whispered talk of Béla Tarr amongst hardcore cinephile circles and got my first taste with Werckmeister Harmonies which I found to truly be a masterpiece. Known for his long, uninterrupted takes and grimy black and white visuals I finally procured a copy of his alleged magnum opus Sátántangó a 7 1/2 hour cinematic juggernaut. It's a transfixing experience, surely challenging, often fascinating, never quite rapturous (for me anyhow), and even droll. You may find yourself alternating differing feelings. At first I was engrossed in the beauty of the black and white visuals, the long takes allowed me to luxuriate in the images and really look around the frame at my leisure taking in details, at other points I…
"You've never seen fog before or what?"
An historic, packed screening. Wonderful to see it on the big screen. Great intro by George Szirtes
More penetrable than I had remembered, and certainly funnier. There's innuendo, parody, gallows and absurdist humour here, woven into the environment as much as the oppression, starvation and cruelty which is all anyone ever talks about when Sátántangó is mentioned, as if these are the only worthwhile conditions of a seven-hour art film, and somehow the fact that this is twice as long and just as funny as It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World is something to be swept under the proverbial carpet.
I still don't consider Sátántangó a masterpiece, and I'm one of those heathens who thinks the last thing it needs to be is seven hours long, but some of the greatest images and scenes in film…
- A Trip to the Moon
- The Great Train Robbery
- The Birth of a Nation
- Les Vampires
- The Godfather
- Seven Samurai
- The Godfather: Part II
- 12 Angry Men
most recent update - Saturday, October 18, 2014, 10:30 PM EST
The letterboxd crew has unveiled a new feature that…
- Donnie Darko
- Morvern Callar
- Irma Vep
- Miami Blues
- Babe: Pig in the City
For five years, film critic Scott Tobias compiled "The New Cult Canon" in a regular column for The A.V. Club…