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One of the most brilliant opening shots I've ever seen, on many levels.
This film, reportedly, was one of Susan Sontag's favorites. Well, I never understood Susan very well and what she saw in this to love it so is a mystery, too.
It is almost a very good film but, like the well-made soufflé that falls, it never reaches its potential: still, it most definitely is worth seeing. You will with great difficulty get much of it out of your head.
A middle-aged, sallow-faced man desperately is in love with a married cabaret singer who tolerates his attentions, much to her husband's consternation.
I almost continued to recount this rather plebeian story but what's the purpose? Plot is secondary to mood in Tarr's films and this is no exception.
The leaden pace, the holding of shots slightly off center for long periods, the darkness of the settings, beaten-looking, rain-soaked dogs furtively moving among depressed urban and rural landscapes... yes, this is a Tarr film. What keeps it from equalling or surpassing "Wreckmeister Symphonies" is the exaggeration of these things. We become conscious of too much craft and too little art.
Still, I very much wish to see this film again... and soon.
Kind of like the attraction I used to feel for "darker" women that treated me badly, I'd guess.
Follow Ups:
...I am not going to rush and add it to my queue - Tarr's films are somewhat of a torture to me. I physically suffer through them. It is something I am not exactly looking to repeat. After the WS I said to myself to give it a break... it is way too bleak and dehumanizing, the pain is too real. The term depressing is over-used, but it fits here like a glove. The hospital destruction scene left me physically ill, and I am not sure when I would want to see it again - on my most happy days, to tame my silly happines just a bit, or on my darkest ones... to make me feel better?Powerful potion, Tarr's films...
"Damnation."
I hope Net gets "Satantango" soon. Seven and a half-hours, 39 shots...
title, what could one expect?
As I think on the film, I am beginning more and more to realize it's frightening power.
I don't think Tarr was using the title as an allegory, at all...
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