Eric’s review published on Letterboxd :
Gorgeous cinematography, to be sure, but wind and bleakness aren't ultimately compelling. We get it: their lives are repetitive and hopeless. The father is like the horse, okay. This is like the flip side of The Tree of Life, a sort of quantumly entangled counterpoint. Both films deal with man's place in the world, but Malick was concerned with how we ascribe meaning, and took faith from beauty, whereas Tarr strips away anything and everything. It's effective, in that I felt as bored out of my fucking skull as these people did, but that doesn't mean I thought it was a good film. Also, it's exactly what I thought it was going to be.