This is what happens when your car breaks down on a Sunday morning and you have nothing else to do…
The Turin Horse
1889. German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche witnessed the whipping of a horse while traveling in Turin, Italy. He tossed his arms around the horse's neck to protect it then collapsed to the ground. In less than one month, Nietzsche would be diagnosed with a serious mental illness that would make him bed-ridden and speechless for the next eleven years until his death. But whatever did happen to the horse? This film, which is Tarr's last, follows up this question in a fictionalized story of what occurred. The man who whipped the horse is a rural farmer who makes his living taking on carting jobs into the city with his horse-drawn cart. The horse is old and in very poor health, but does its best to obey its master's commands. The farmer and his daughter must come to the understanding that it will be unable to go on sustaining their livelihoods. The dying of the horse is the foundation of this tragic tale.
Me: So Mr. Tarr, what exactly is your film The Turin Horse about?
Bela Tarr: Ze film is about ze futility and meaninglessness of life. Man is but animal, a beast of burden meant to be suffering, and zen die. Zayr is no God. Zayr is no after life. Happiness is nozthing.
The wind blows.
We watch a moving world. We do not move ourselves.
We are Pygmalion in reverse. Our daily routine is the chisel, turning us to stone.
We wait. We ignore. We transform.
The wind blows.
It sucks our breath, it drowns our words.
Actions speak louder. Actions can match the wind.
Nature versus routine. An eternal battle to wear away our stone facade.
Both with the same goal, reward, curse. Stone or dust.
Winner signaled by brief panic, then stone or dust.
The wind blows.
I'd like to place a reservation on my rating for The Turin Horse for now. Béla Tarr is a director I've long been wanting to experience,…
Bela Tarr drops the mic and exits stage left leaving the audience perplexed and stunned. There is no letting up from an auteur with such a determined vision, looking at the drudgery of life's routine also proving to be a fitting curtain call to his career.
He imagines what happened to a beaten horse said to have influenced the depression that led to Nietzsche's death. The dense atmosphere of the film links itself to the weighty existential musings of the philosopher creating a far reaching parable. God Is Dead in this ferociously angry land where the sun never shines and the wind batters through the soul.
It is a beautiful film to look at offering no hiding place for the…
This is a film of the elements.
Between the constant wind, the need for water, the dirt and mud, and the light of small, flickering flames, this film is the sum total of reality. In the midst of all of these is the aether, the fifth element that controls movement and light. In this case, the aether is the camera, which moves fluidly about our sparse subjects and observes, yet also commands their fates in a metatextual way. The aether is Tarr's storytelling.
The wind is the uncontrollable power that sweeps away everything. It is the horse's refusal to work and the inevitability of the end. It is constant, grating, and brutal, and it drives those who attempt to move…
This is one of those cases where my rating is for the merits of the film and not my preferences. As beautiful as this film is, I could only recommend it to those who are particularly interested in seeing the daily routines and harshness of 19th Century country living, or to serious fans of Tarkovskiy, who are used to slow long shots where not much happens on the screen.
The Turin Horse.
It is gorgeous. Every shot is one of the most beautiful photographs you will ever see.
It sounds beautiful. The score and the harsh wind are almost indistinguishable, both playing the same melody.
The art direction is perfect. Every single dented pot, every crack in the wall, every…
More an experience than a film, Béla Tarr's The Turin Horse is one of the bleakest and most depressing pieces of art I have ever encountered. And at the same time it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
Tarr's film builds on a thought, a musing (taken from the film's synopsis): 1889. German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche witnessed the whipping of a horse while traveling in Turin, Italy. He tossed his arms around the horse's neck to protect it then collapsed to the ground. In less than one month, Nietzsche would be diagnosed with a serious mental illness that would make him bed-ridden and speechless for the next eleven years until his death. But whatever did…
I need a rest, that was enough excitement for one day.
Maybe it's a sign of my utter pretension that I enjoy this so much. If it were a play or a live performance piece, I would have left after five minutes, but I think a movie like this speaks to the power of cinema and what the camera (and I'd argue a good soundtrack and sound design) can do to heighten such a simple premise. Half this movie is people putting away dishes, getting dressed and eating potatoes inside a small farmhouse while a gale-force wind outside storms around them, and I was riveted. At one point I became momentarily distracted while a girl fills a bucket from a well and I rewound it to see what I missed. Now all that's left is for me to wonder what I'm doing with my life.
I know that almost every cinephile is crazy about this, but it just does not work for me.
If cinematography was poetry, Fred Kelemen the cinematographer of "The Turin Horse" is the Walt Whitman of it.....
Two and a half hours in heaven....
I've been in a movie slump this month -- I haven't had much motivation to sit down and watch anything that wasn't Persona for the millionth time or some random shorts. But for some reason, after my internet went out, I automatically put on The Turin Horse, a film I've been wanting/dreading to see for a long time.
Looks like this two and a half hour long, dialogue-light, meditative, and most of all dreadfully, suffocatingly depressing film catapulted me out of that slump.
First of all, this is one of my favorite films; I’ve seen it three times. That opening sequence alone, I’ve seen about 50 times, and for me, it’s one of the greatest shot in film history.
Some thoughts I had while watching:
• The lack of dialogue pushes Tarr to express his thoughts visually, like few directors can do; in the way that silent films used to tell a story. From this aspect, The Turin Horse is the rawest of Tarr’s films.
• The (apocalyptic) atmosphere, specific to Tarr, it’s more heavily delivered here, and it’s perfectly synchronized with the visual aspect of the film.
• This being Tarr’s last film, makes perfect sense; in contrast to his other films,…
Beautifully shot with a hypnotizing score, The Turin Horse is Bela Tarr delivering a simple yet complex look at the repetitive confines of daily existence. By showcasing the same chores over and over from different angles, and by contrasting interior/exterior spaces so fluidly, Tarr wears the viewer down - but in a way that --for me at least--has you thinking about your own routines and the day-to-day grind of modern existence. In some ways, aside from the bleakness, I fantasized of a life that was as simple as these two characters. In today's world we have a million more things to do and keep track of, yet we have a false sense that they will always be there.
That god damn horse.
Really bleak in a beautiful way. It's an endurance test by design, showing the mundanity of a survival lifestyle. Initially, it seems like it could be taken as a perseverance of human nature against a nature whose fierce, aggressive and unrelenting obstacles seem to exist primarily to directly scorn humans for existing. But its also ultimately defeatist: the horse won't work, and eventually the lantern won't light. As much as these two people struggle to do things as simple as eat their potatoes, there are some things simply beyond their control and the cruelty of reality is that these things don't necessarily have any logic to them. Sure, the lantern can't light because they lack the…
Oh, as something devastating/sad can be beautiful at the same time?
LET THOSE POTATOES COOL DOWN A MINUTE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!
At the Super Champion Film Zone film forum, we held a poll to discover our community's favourite films ever made…
High-rated movies with very few views. Suggestions are welcome.