Every film from Roger Ebert's "Great Movies" essays.
This story takes place in a small town on the Hungarian Plain. In a provincial town, which is surrounded with nothing else but frost. It is bitterly cold weather — without snow. Even in this bewildered cold hundreds of people are standing around the circus tent, which is put up in the main square, to see — as the outcome of their wait — the chief attraction, the stuffed carcass of a real whale. The people are coming from everywhere. From the neighboring settlings, even from quite far away parts of the country. They are following this clumsy monster as a dumb, faceless, rag-wearing crowd. This strange state of affairs — the appearance of the foreigners, the extreme frost — disturbs the order of the small town. Ambitious personages of the story feel they can take advantage of this situation. The tension growing to the unbearable is brought to explosion by the figure of the Prince, who is pretending facelessness. Even his mere appearance is enough to break loose destructive emotions...
Why do I hold Werckmeister Harmonies aloft as the greatest film I have ever seen? A huge part of it, admittedly, and the thing that makes me think it will remain my favourite film to the day I die, is its profound personal relevance. I first saw the film about 5 years ago now, at a time when my interest in cinema was in the very very earliest stages of blossoming. It blew me away. Takes that long, images that symbolic, music that intoxicating, scenes that spellbinding, meanings that elusive... it was far too much for my uninitiated mind to deal with, but I knew that it was changing me. What's funny is that I encountered it entirely by mistake:…
There is no comfort in the worlds created by Bela Tarr. He has the unique ability to create his very own universe within the stories he chooses to relate. Otherworldly, yet real, Tarr's earth is a singularly harsh and unforgiving place, a place in which he chooses to explore what we are and where we are headed.
Werckmeister Harmonies is no different. In harrowing black and white we are transported to an anonymous Hungarian town, out of which life is slowly seeping away. It is a desolate place, struck by poverty and inhabited by people for whom life is very hard. While we follow mailman Janos (the focal point of the story), we slowly pick up snippets of how bad…
PTAbro's World Tour Stop 11: Hungary
"The world has gone completely mad. Now it's not down here, but up there where something's gone wrong."
János is a simple man; a servant and an idealist. Always being tasked with jobs no one else wants to do, like putting unruly children to bed or delivering an ultimatum to his closest friend from his conniving ex-wife, it is poetic that what he's actually paid to do is deliver the news that no one else wants to hear. Everyone around him refuses to hear the truth, and since it is his job to do so, he is relegated to a gopher in order to delay his inevitable announcements until it is too late. It's…
Part of the 30 countries festival. Hungary
"For as Jonas was three days and three nights in the whale's belly; so shall the Son of man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth." – Matthew 12:40
Werckmeister Harmonies... Three days in the life of János, three days in the making of a revolution in a small Hungarian town, three days of threat, darkness, ignorance, duplicity. A three day eclipse of the sun/Son.
"And just imagine, in this infinite sonorous silence, everywhere is an impenetrable darkness. Here, we only experience general motion, and at first, we don't notice the events that we are witnessing" – János Valuska asking three drunks to play the sun, the moon…
Revolution rolls through the hidden towns and villages of Eastern Europe, leaving a trail of destructive mythology in its wake. Like the countless dictators that have come before it this dark, moving force holds captive one of the wonders of the world, God's magnificence held within a giant steal container. Wherever it comes to rest its unsettling presence moulds chaos from tranquility.
The omnipotence of a higher power lingers behind the framing of Bela Tarr's slow hypnotic takes taking in the fragility of man still so easily shaped and corrupted by elements beyond our control. His camera moves gracefully around the town following Janos through his routine in the first half of the film in sequences that induce a dreamlike…
Part of Lise and Jonnie’s What A Wonderful World: May 30 days, 30 countries.
Film 5 – May 5 – Hungary
My initial reaction after watching Werckmeister Harmonies ( besides running up to the cold dark attic and burying myself in whatever fodder I could find ) was to chicken out and toss off a non-review as I had done with The Turin Horse. Maybe a quip about the Prince, maybe an observation that Giant Whales coming to town is never a good sign. No, I’ll try to at least put down some impressions without any time to contemplate.
Since there is no way to compare Werckmeister to any film that I’ve ever seen except my only other Tarr, I’ll…
So much . . . nope too much. The riot sequence . . . words useless. Words useless.
Werckmeister harmóniák (2000)
Considered among the best films of the 2000's, I think I have better affinity with work like "Turin's Horse", but this is still wonderful. Again, Tarr (and Hranitzky) makes us wonder what would it look like if the world just ended in some random time of history, what if the apocalypse happened and we were left alone in a barren landscape. While this one doesn't fade to black, it still leaves with an image of total annihilation, as if we were left to our devices with what is left of society and the symbols that we lived with. While it does fail to entrance like in something like Satantango, the film masterfully puts together elements here…
Where Tarr's other masterpiece, Satantango is a desolate landscape filled with vibrant fully-drawn characters, Werckmeister Harmonies becomes the reverse: a fully realised bustling landscape with empty and hollow characters. And that's exactly what this film needs - everyone here is a little lost.
I've been blown away by Tarr twice now. The rest now must live up to the standards set by two masterpieces, and five very good films.
On this second viewing of Béla Tarr's Werckmeister Harmonies, the emotional and philosophical weight of his work has really begun to seep into me. My first viewing left me in awe, but I'll admit that I had many questions and, at first, few answers. The blessing of this work is that, upon further viewings, Werckmeister Harmonies has proven not only to be a technological and cinematic feat, but a philosophical achievement that has me quite in awe. There's a sorrow and a despair in this film that is sometimes painful to watch; seeing Janos's face as his disillusionment grows is far from pleasant. But, as he says in the beginning, there's "no need to fear;" even in the darkest of…
It's beautiful, as all Bela Tarr films are, but it just doesn't quite sing. I almost never felt drawn into the experience as I have with some of his other films so it was a detached, observational, experience. And a Bela Tarr movie you're observing, rather than experiencing, is a bit numbing.
with sean at nwfc, seann and christof also in the room.
fantasticly grubby print.
center of the universe.
Argghhhh. Shit. Fuck. Ass.
I’m so disappointed. Not in the film, but in myself. I so badly wanted to love this. I've been waiting to finally get up the courage to check Werckmeister Harmonies out for a while. Sometimes, and I’m not sure why, I put certain films on a pedestal. If there’s a film I think looks great and I don’t watch it quickly within that ‘discovery period’, it becomes this weight hovering over me. Werckmeister Harmonies became one of those films. I’d already watched Tarr’s Damnation a few months ago and adored it. It was absolutely depressing, as nihilistic and bleak as films can get really. But, strangely or not, I often love films that are completely devoid…
Not a great print I saw it on (how do you get magenta scratches on a B&W film?), but this is undeniably the work of a master. Makes me that much more excited to watch Satantango after my last couple weeks of high school.
At NWFC on 35mm with Shannon, Chris and Seann McCollum.
Many favorites, as well as a small handful of films that I don't care for... in no particular order (1960-2014).