Really, really bad
Its strengths are the small cast of characters (4 in total?) and superb editing. The final scene, while not entirely earned (lots of "oceanic" clichés throughout) is fittingly overwhelming. Mike Leigh's "Turner" (2014) has a similar "emotional revelation" concluding its story but is far, far more painterly. Not sure what ce film says about "the female gaze" but it's an enjoyable picture.
Béla Tarr, aided by László Krasznahorkai, who here screenwrote his own novel, transmutes a psychological Möbius strip of bewildered narration into canvases depicting Presence in Time. Your eye is slowly trained to see what endures, what disintegrates, and what never appears. Duration itself is visible but without testing one's patience.
Though episodic and notoriously lengthy, Sátántangó feels more like a movie than a TV miniseries. It is shockingly beautiful, and like the best of Tarr and Krasznahorkai, touches profoundly and…
Saw some scenes of this again and was reminded of how disappointing it was in theatres. A dull, lifeless, miserable movie with nothing new to say, visually or otherwise. His amateurish decadence in Magnolia has transformed into an even more painful kind of decadence--that of the obsessive yet withering intellect. The preposterousness of the third act is unintentionally risible, tonally deviant, unsatisfyingly cruel, and sadly indicative of what may be PTA's newfound and gnawing incompetence.