Long Movie Marathon Part III
“so you don’t trust me?”
——
“of course i dont”
its the greatest film ever made. it just is, and i almost want to say its not even close. in the hundreds of films i have seen, logged, and reviewed, i cannot think of a single film that approaches the monster that is ‘Satantango’ in relation to atmosphere, overall cinematography, writing, and philosophical exploration. countless movies have explored nihilism, cynicism, and pessimism such as ‘An Elephant Sitting Still’ or ‘The Face of Another’ but none to the degree of depth in which this film does, it carves itself into your bones, etching its anguish into the core of your being, and Tarr’s command of silence and slowness only amplifies everything 1000 fold.
this masterpiece explores a rotten world of misery and emptiness that is barren of anything colorful and vibrant, the all encompassing feeling of dissatisfaction and despair drowns and suffocates the characters of the film throughout its entirety, dismantling their humanity at a fundamental level, but they keep going, they keep grasping for some form of hope or respite in an eternal pursuit of contentment, wishing to escape from the endless cycle of suffering they have been forced and often born into, but why? why persist in living? for what cause or reason? its because that is all you can do in such a perilous situation. you become a prisoner of the torment and the agony, locked into an endless search for freedom from their desolation.
i will say the runtime can be daunting, the silence is a lot to say the least, and the pacing is by no means fast, but my god i wish it was longer dude, its just so damn good. call me pretentious, call me a film bro, i dont give a shit man. im enjoying peak cinema, i like what i like, and no one can change my mind. with this film, Bela Tarr pushed cinema to its furthest boundary, and it forever redefined cinema, as well as expression as a whole for all eternity.
Long Movie Marathon Part III
“so you don’t trust me?”
——
“of course i dont”
its the greatest film ever made. it just is, and i almost want to say its not even close. in the hundreds of films i have seen, logged, and reviewed, i cannot think of a single film that approaches the monster that is ‘Satantango’ in relation to atmosphere, overall cinematography, writing, and philosophical exploration. countless movies have explored nihilism, cynicism, and pessimism such as ‘An Elephant Sitting Still’ or ‘The Face of Another’ but none to the degree of depth in which this film does, it carves itself into your bones, etching its anguish into the core of your being, and Tarr’s command of silence and slowness only amplifies everything 1000 fold.
this masterpiece explores a rotten world of misery and emptiness that is barren of anything colorful and vibrant, the all encompassing feeling of dissatisfaction and despair drowns and suffocates the characters of the film throughout its entirety, dismantling their humanity at a fundamental level, but they keep going, they keep grasping for some form of hope or respite in an eternal pursuit of contentment, wishing to escape from the endless cycle of suffering they have been forced and often born into, but why? why persist in living? for what cause or reason? its because that is all you can do in such a perilous situation. you become a prisoner of the torment and the agony, locked into an endless search for freedom from their desolation.
i will say the runtime can be daunting, the silence is a lot to say the least, and the pacing is by no means fast, but my god i wish it was longer dude, its just so damn good. call me pretentious, call me a film bro, i dont give a shit man. im enjoying peak cinema, i like what i like, and no one can change my mind. with this film, Bela Tarr pushed cinema to its furthest boundary, and it forever redefined cinema, as well as expression as a whole for all eternity.
