The Turin Horse

I like "slow cinema." I like abstract narratives, B&W photography, Tarkovsky, a meditative pace. I have very much liked some (not all) prior Tarr films, including the much longer "Satantango." And admittedly with something like this, its success largely depends on the mood you're in--you need to be in a particular form of receptivity, willing to enter a sort of trance state. So, it's just possible if I ever brave "The Turin Horse" again, it will actually work with me. But I have to say that when I did see it, it seemed to me that it was Tarr plunging over the edge of self-parody. And once I started thinking, "What if it really WAS a satire of the most pretentious, solemn, nothing-happening stereotypical European art cinema?," I started laughing and could not stop. Even now I think of it as "Boiled Potatoes: The Movie" and have a spasm of amusement every time it crosses my mind.

Sure it's supposed to be boring and make you wanna kill yourself whilst watching it but i dont care. a movie doesnt become automatically good if it did what it wanted to do

I found this film is good, it's makes me thank god Now there is one laughing mistake The door of the poor house have a modern lock With face plate, latch, dead loch, "modern" lever handle and cylinder. The lock is not fitted with the very poor door and house it's strange scene in the middle of that all miserable live in all during the movie There is a big question about why's the father and daughter return to their home although the changed what is happened. Is that the wisdom of dying in the land of grandfathers, and so whatever. I cannot touch the relation between Nietzsche story and a battle to survive in very hard and poor condition

Because everything's in ruins, everything's been degraded, but I could say that they've ruined and degraded everything. Because this is not some kind of cataclysm, coming about with so-called innocent human aid. On the contrary... It's about man's own judgment, his own judgment over his own self, which of course God has a big hand in, or, dare I say, takes part in. And whatever he takes part in is the most ghastly creation that you can imagine. Because, you see, the world has been debased. So it doesn't matter what I say, because everything has been debased that they've acquired, and, since they've acquired everything in a sneaky, underhanded fight, they've debased everything.

If you'd like to see a woman boil potatoes and then eat them, all in real time, with minimal to no dialogue, in black and white, this is the movie for you. This movie is so incomprehensibly bad, that only it's dour and uncompromising tone, leads one to believe this is not a parody of an art film. How cluelessly pretentious is this film? It begins with a couple minutes of a bank screen, and a narrator telling an apocryphal tail or the Nihilistic philosopher Fredrick Nietzsche losing his mind over the titular Turin Horse. The film only goes downhill from here. Almost worth watching just to see the filmmaker commit to a number of choices, and oh, boy, some choices get made.