Taking the apocryphal tale of how Nietzsche went mad after witnessing a horse being beaten in Turin, Tarr’s reputed swansong is a typically austere affair. The sparse narrative follows the fortunes of an impoverished father and daughter whose attempts to make a living from the land are halted by the sudden refusal of their trusty steed to work. Few words are spoken as faces full of chilling beauty gaze out across the landscape; a hopeless landscape within a world that appears to be winding down. Elaborately choreographed, hauntingly scored and channeling the transcendental work of Bresson, Ozu and Dreyer, this Hungarian master’s final cinematic comment is a bleak vision of the end of days.
Hun 2011 155m