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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.
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.
My first experience with Bela Tarr was the film The Turin Horse! The visuals were haunting! The story a monotonous journey day in and day out into a black void of complete and utter hopelessness! It was surprising easy to allow myself to be immersed in this bottomless pit of despair and bleakness! Due in part because I could fully relate to the story! It was about simple people living a simple life enduring lifes generous helpings of pain!
Now Satantango was a whole different kettle of fish! While I could easily go knee deep in this murky quagmire of a film there was always something to jerk me from its vice like grip back into reality! I kept being…
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…
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…
'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…
Mesmerising black-and-white cinematography, hypnotic rhythm made of ultra-long shots moving in slow zooms and pans, all enveloped by an ominous music and constant rain. “Satantango” is an eerily artefact, that moves our inner feelings, even when you don't fully comprehending what’s going on in the screen.
Throughout seven hours we’re invited to enter a place in a specific time (1980’s) and geography (Hungary), but that seems more like a parallel and impossible world dimension.
If you accept to dance the tango, you’ll not be able to give up.
I'm extremely conflicted on this film. It's good but I just don't know how to rate it or what to say about it. It had lots of great aspects and it had many that I simply don't know what to say. The length does put me out of it, especially near the end of the second part. I might watch it again sometime in the future but for now I'm going to stay rateless.
I'm Utterly Speechless. It took me 3 days to finish bela Tarr's masterpiece, and i'm at a loss for words. This is quite possibly the greatest film ever made from it's bleak tone shown perfectly through it's perfect black and white cinematography, the score in the film is minimal which adds a certain realism to every conversation. The Script is as the film contemplates life and the greed of humanity. The film obviously has lots of long takes and is a very long and somewhat intimidating experience ( With a 7 and a half hour run time), But it's worth it because the film is absolute perfection. I'm not sure when I will revisit it but i can confidently say I haven't and probably won't see anything like it, a true masterpiece.
Comment résumer un film d'une telle ampleur en seulement quelques paragraphes ? C'est impossible, de la même façon que je suis obligé de parler de ce film comme d'une trilogie tant les trois parties qui le composent sont à la fois distinctes et complémentaires. En bref, j'ai trouvé les mouvements de caméra superbes, la photo de ce film, et son esthétisme en général forcent le respect. Il y a quelque chose dans les cadrages, le jeu des acteurs, la mise en scène de Bella Tar qui hypnotise, sûrement à travers les longs plans séquence qui composent l'oeuvre. Le problème, c'est que 7h30 c'est long, beaucoup trop long. Le sujet en lui même est dur, hermétique, difficile d'accès, et l'extrême lenteur…
Slow cinema is a genre of art cinema film-making that emphasises long takes, and is often minimalist, observational, and with little or no narrative. Satantango, one of my favourite uses of slow cinema and my first and possibly my favourite experience with Bela Tarr's films.
The use of long, dreary, uncut takes throughout most of the film is amazing and I wonder how much practice and skill into the camera work of Satantango especially with the film being 7 HOURS LONG.
I would highly recommend this movie and right now I give the film a 10 out of 10.
No one told me Eddie Vedder is in this! In all seriousness, Sátántangó is probably the definitive example of slow cinema.
The best film i've ever seen
One of Tarr's films that gains most by a knowledge of Eastern Europe. The bleak humour was pointed as this was England's election night, Irimiás manipulatively selling the members of the farm their capitalist future in return for stealing the money from their collectivist past was any of our politicians on the hustings. At the end the doctor realises he understands nothing of what is going on boards himself up in his house thus extinguishing the light and ending the film, in the current situation I feel much as the doctor!. A perfect end to the 7 hours of film just past.
A bunch of depressed Hungarians drink FOR SEVEN HOURS.
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