will will’s review published on Letterboxd :
tarr cannot escape poetry insofar as he could his aesthetics, which leaves his 'end of all possibilities' feeling as invented as the supposed final, famous act of nietzsche. true darkness is heavier felt from a lack of color, after all. the only piece in the film is a lamentation, and it begs the question of what we're lamenting, and then, what does it mean to lament? to feel the weight?
i will never watch this film again.