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The Turin Horse
In 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,…
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…
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…
It’s hard to imagine a film more depressing than Tarr’s remarkable and seemingly final offering. Even the bleakest works of Ingmar Bergman would fail to come close. But, just as with the Scandinavian master’s best pieces, Tarr’s The Turin Horse is nevertheless essential, entrancing viewing. The sadly retiring Hungarian’s singularity of vision is even more intense here than before, with his alluring, trademark tracking shots and gentle black humour all but abandoned in favour of mostly static, dialogue-free scenes of drudgery and repetitive manual labour, leavened only by the howls of the relentlessly blowing wind and the intermittent accompaniment of Vig’s outstandingly haunting score.
The plot, what there is of one, follows the miserable lives of a stroke-victim farmer (Derzsi),…
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…
حصان تورينو .. والقصة الشهيرة لـ الفيلسوف نيتشه التي بسببها امضى اخر حياته في صمت وجنون بعد لقاءه بذلك الحصان المجهد في تورينو الايطالية.
بيلا تار هنا يتناول حكاية هذا الحصان المسكين بعد تلك الحادثة الموجعة.
فيلم يغلب عليه الصمت ، فقط موسيقى وصورة والكثير من العواطف.
كئابه وفلسفة عجيبة في سينما هذا المخرج المجري.
رائع جدا ومليء بالتأملات ويعبر عن نظرة تار التشاؤمية تجاه الحياة والوجود وفلسفته عن العزلة والصمت وقرب النهاية.
بيلا تار كان قد خطط لعمل هذا الفيلم منذ الثمانينات لكن لم يستطع اخراجه الا في ٢٠١١ واعتزل بعدها صناعة الافلام، وكأنه يقول حققت ما اريده. واحد من اجمل افلامه الشخصية وافلام الالفية عامة.
tspdt 651 2016
actor: János Derzsi as Ohlsdorfer
character: turin horse by Ricsi
Lol fuck this
The logical and extreme endpoint of Béla Tarr's singular career.
Bleaker, slower, quieter, harsher, and more difficult than anything that came before. Endurance viewing, but necessary.
Exhilarating technique to blanket such a lame story. Gets lost in its own self-importance and moralizing. Pretty boringzzz. B-
"What is this darkness?"
Se oye el viento golpear contra la puerta. Desde el otro lado de la ventana ves como todo el paisaje se agita con fuerza, sin dar tregua. Intentas salir, avanzar entre el vendaval, llegar allí donde aún hay esperanza; pero es inútil. La tormenta sigue arreciando e «incluso las brasas se apagan». En peso de la atmósfera que se respira cae sobre tus hombros, el peso de la misma muerte. Al final lo que queda es esperar a que todo cese, aunque sepas perfectamente que ya es demasiado tarde.
Really wanted to leave that as my review of the film, but I have other things to say. There is a wonderful texture to the black and white photography that keeps this film compelling despite itself. But, I'd be lying (mostly to myself) if I didn't admit that this was a grueling experience for me.
The horse won't eat, won't drink, won't work. It can feel bad times coming. The Death approaching. 'The Turin Horse' is a slow, really slow (but not indolent) stydy of deterioration of the firm and stable perception of reality. Permanence is only in our minds. Entropy is inevitable.
Recently, I've become aware that certain films are able to transcend the medium by being completely self-assured in their atmospheres…
High-rated movies with very few views. Suggestions are welcome.