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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…
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…
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),…
My initial reaction to the film is "here is a black and white movie, well made, sombre in spirit that takes off from the event that led to Nietzsche's eventual death." The famous nihilist, Nietzsche, who once studied to be a monk and then denounced the existence of God, ultimately went mad after he saw a horse being brutalized by a horse- cart owner when the horse stubbornly refused to pull the cart. This movie "The Turin Horse" is all about stubborn lives as well in a stubborn world.
The wind blows relentlessly in a barren spot in Hungary. A partly paralyzed father and his daughter live in a house built of stones and tiles far away from any living…
"To live is to suffer; to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." – Friedrich Nietzsche
If you are looking to be entertained, continue looking. Tarr did not create this film to entertain you. In fact, it requires a Tarkovskyesque effort to watch. It is a harrowing 2 1/2 hours.
I think everyone might read this film differently, but for me, it's about man's struggle against a cold, brutal, uncaring world. Tarr's use of time and space immerses the viewer into this brutal world. There is no joy here. Simple kindnesses the daughter directs toward the horse are lapped up quickly by a parched viewer looking for a redemption, anything.
What struck me most was the storytelling- that…
A masterpiece not many will appreciate.
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Really boring while it's watched, really good when it's over and when you can calmly philosophize about it.
قد يعتبر البعض ثقل تصوير بيلا تار يسبب الملل حيث صور الفيلم 2:30 في ثلاثين لقطة فقط لكن هنا رسالة تأملية من المخرج للروتين القاتل واللحظات الأخيرة قبل الموت، حصان تورينو فيلم صور ثقل الوجود المفرط وتكرار الروتين اليومي بشكل مفرط.
Beautiful & brilliant .. One of my All-Time Favourites
Béla Tarr is most famous for his 1994 film Satantango. Infamous for its runtime of over seven hours, the film, like the dance of its title, moves six steps forward, and six steps back, to tell us the story of a dying Hungarian town. It has since become one of the most praised, and sought after films of all time. When you create one of the most unique, and irrefutably powerful films of all time, how to you surpass that? For Tarr, the answer is simple, you don't. You just continue to do what you do best, and prove that you are in fact the best at it.
He belongs to a small group of film makers with oeuvres…
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