Rogue Literature and Expressionist Group Portrait: The Son of the Devil is an alternative love to the land

Shaina 2022-01-19 08:01:47

It’s been three times, the subtitles have been turned over, and several lines can be spoken in Hungarian, but Beratar cannot be digested in many places. Like all rigorously structured works, Satan Tango is a perfect twelve-section ring, with the girl's cat abuse as the axis of symmetry, where all malice and vulgarity inadvertently act on the most innocent life, becoming the only color. In the section, the shadow of the white human figure was splashed with blood red and could not be mixed with the gradual black-gray in the background, so it was independently selected and called "unbound".

Next to it on both sides is a small symmetrical structure. If you look closely, you will find that the last mirror is back to the initial position. As the main body of "Satan Tango", this paragraph is about the carnival of the adult world, and sex is the radioactive power source in it, the naked embarrassment (Schmiedt), jealousy (Cramon), and relationship reorganization brought by sex ( Halics dances with Mrs. Schmiedt, eats a cheese roll with Mrs. Kraner), disregarded faith (Mrs. Halics), virtual moral barriers (Mrs. Schmiedt), and the mysterious club with masked group sex in the eye-opening ring. , Reveals that the world is regarded as taboo, but it is the most common and comprehensible language in the depths of adults getting along. So when the girl is like a cluster of small flames, walking from the wilderness in the rain to the bar in the dark, everything she sees from the window makes her experience not only indifference and coldness, but also incomprehension and horror, horrified by this group of demons. The world of indulgence, this world of orderly vacuum, is close to her, she wants to be in when she grows up.

Few people find that this large segment has a consistent musical logic, drum beats (dropping sound), tango prelude (cramon's broken thoughts), Galicia, to tango, a complete symphonic poem, ambushes it. There is also the work of spiders outside the field of vision, weaving a snare, and music like constructing and monitoring the strings of this symphonic poem, and it is also a metaphor for the fate that these farmers cannot break free. Cramon's monologue can even be compared to a cloud-like sound layer serving as a background, or a dominant motive. It has a rhythmic rhythm that repeats itself, disassembles, recombines, and changes in the repetition, and the overall musical thinking (plot ) Develop independently on top of it.

My journey of discovery of movies is actually a journey of discovery of long shots. Ozu’s long lens is derived from the order and balance of the East; Tarkovsky’s long lens is a poetic sequence, more like eyes and gentle gaze; Hou Xiaoxian’s long lens is to create a situation, An Zhe pays more attention to the ins and outs of emotions, it The source, continuation, ups and downs, enlargement and dissolution. What is Belatar? It is a sense of presence that requires "you are here", so there is a need for the length of time for the lens, and the viewer is forced to learn more and more about the environment, trees, soil, and rain in which they are in this time. Cows, farms, houses, their own eyes are looking for editing in the monotonous picture, and they can feel the impression left on themselves during the whole period of real time.

So why is the only Satan Tango so long in Taer's work? This is to talk about the strong deconstruction in the text from which it originated. More than two days in the story are actually repeated in the movie, narrated from different perspectives of each role, to strengthen the meaning and depth of the given time back and forth, especially on the first day, because of the participation of all the people in the village, The sum of time and events becomes chaotic and vertical, and the text is rich and time is superimposed. Rather than saying that Satan is a movie, it is actually more like a novel. It does not breathe out from beginning to end, but overlaps with different perspectives, intersecting occasionally, embedding each other, confirming, and supplementing each other (such as Ilemias The news of the return has been exaggerated many times; for example, after the doctor passed out in the forest, the three of Ilemias passed through the fog, which is the continuation of the third and second paragraphs; another example is that two civil servants modified Ilemias’s Letter, to complement the content of the letter interrupted by the previous dinner) of the building structure. So I don’t think that watching Satan for seven consecutive hours is a really suitable way of watching movies, just like you don’t have to read a novel in one breath, it’s just an experience that can be met but not sought, because of human nerves. Realization is too easy to desensitize.

Even though I saw such squalor, low-energy, short-sightedness, alienation, selfishness, and death all over my eyes, I still touched Tal's love for Hungary, like a mother who had become a prostitute. He made his debut from the bottom of the filming, and he did not belong to that piece of mud for a moment. After everyone evacuated the village, the doctor walked alone 8 kilometers to see the church, and found a madman inside was knocking on an iron block endlessly, shouting "The Turk is coming." Dirty land. It’s as if the doctor’s gaze on this piece of land brought the whole story back to a certain period in the Middle Ages. At that time, it was devastated by Turkey, deeply trapped in deep waters, and everyone was in danger. A hundred years later, under the dream of communism, it still has not escaped the destiny of barrenness. The iron that rang at this moment, and Vig Mihaly’s roaring and melting bells, were like the mother’s wailing that pierced the past and the present, and the flood that engulfed her in the mud, washing her out of the barren to hard to see. Far away.

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  • Trudie 2022-03-19 09:01:08

    Satan Tango, the dance steps of the devil, the first six steps, the last six steps, cycle back and forth; seven and a half hours, twelve chapters, the first six chapters, the last six chapters, beginning and ending. The first six chapters are slow, meticulous and fascinating, from different angles and different processes, telling the story of a farm day and night, which are connected like a jigsaw puzzle and criss-cross like a spider web; in the last six chapters, the narrative unfolds, With rapid progress, leftist scams, and the collapse of communism, everyone has become a stranger in their homeland. The structure is like a miracle, it is a perfect long shot, with poetic narration and soundtrack. The rain is torrential, and the thunder is fierce.

  • Cade 2022-03-19 09:01:08

    A 450-minute movie. Countless long shots. I really want to know that when the theater was released, lunch was included in the cinema?

Satantango quotes

  • Horgos Sanyi: You've never seen fog before or what?

  • Irimiás: I am in a state of deep emotion. As you can imagine, I am totally confused. I am bewildered and shocked. Yet I must pull myself together. Though right now all I can say is that I share in this broken-hearted mother's misery. In a mother's never-ending mourning and sorrow. In the grief of losing the one who is dearest to our hearts. This tragic event weighs us all down with sadness. I don't think there's anyone who would disagree with me. And now the hardest thing is, in this sadness with our teeth clenched, to get our minds over the heartbreak, to defy our tears when our voices fail us. For, and I would like to call your attention to this, nothing can be more important than for us to reconstruct the shocking events which led to the terrible death of an innocent child... before the police start investigating. You'd better expect that the inspectors from town will try to make us primarily responsible for this awful event. Yes, my friends, they're going to blame us. Because, to be quite honest... with a little caution, care and attention, we could have prevented it. Just imagine this vulnerable creature wandering all night long in the pouring rain, at the mercy of the first passer-by, of the first tramp, of anybody. She was whipped by the wind all night, she fell easy prey to the elements. She must have been around here, wandering here all the time. She may have looked in through this window and saw that you were all drunk and dancing around. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to accuse anyone personally. I am not accusing the mother, who is never going to forgive herself for getting up too late in the morning of that awful day. I am not accusing the victim's brother, nor any other members of the family. So I am not accusing anyone. But let me ask you the question, aren't we all guilty? You will, of course, answer that we are innocent. But then, what do we call this poor child? The victim of the innocent? The martyr of the faultless? The slaughtered of the sinless? I'd rather call her innocent. I spent the night turning in my bed till I realised this. Not only do we not know how the tragic event happened, but we don't really even know what exactly happened. I am quite convinced that this event was fated to happen. Now you also seem to suspect that. It is not enough, however, to suspect something. Things are to be understood and said without delay. It had been quite clear for you before coming here, but you were too afraid to say that this yard was ruled by misfortune. You didn't dare talk about it. Now you may rightly suppose an irrevocable judgment is coming soon. You are slouching around in this decay, far away from everything that means life. Your plans come to nothing, your dreams, still blind, are shattered. You expect some miracle which will never come. But what kind of misfortune are you the victims of? Is it the crumbling plaster, the roofs without tiles, the crumbling walls, the sour taste our friend Futaki keeps talking about? Isn't it the shattered prospects, and broken dreams, that bend our knees and wear us numb? Don't be surprised that I speak harshly, but let us be honest. If you felt the yard was ruled by misfortune, why didn't you try to do something about it? You thought a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. But this is a coward's way. It is disgraceful and careless and it has serious consequences. This is called impotence, sinful impotence. This is weakness, sinful weakness. This is cowardice, sinful cowardice. Because, and bear this in mind, it's not just to others that we can do unforgivable things, but also to ourselves. And this, my friends, is even more serious. Yes, when you think about it, all kinds of vileness are sins against ourselves. And you know, my friends, if I think back and see you lying half-dead on the chairs and tables, on top of each other, dribbling, exhausted, my heart sinks and I cannot judge you, for I will never be able to forget this. From your panting, snoring and groaning, I heard your cry for help which I have to answer. We know each other well. I have been keeping my eyes wide-open for decades everywhere. I bitterly observe that, under the thick veil of trickery and deception, nothing has changed. Misery has remained misery. The two extra spoonfuls of food we can have only makes the air thinner in front of our mouths. But I realised what I have done so far is nothing. A much deeper solution is needed. So, using the opportunity, I decided... to get some people together and set up a model farm, which will ensure a stable living, and bind this tiny group of the dispossessed together. I am creating an island where no one is powerless, where everyone will live in peace, and will feel safe as human beings. That is why I left for the manor in Almás. The main building is in good condition, the rental agreement is a simple matter. There's just one problem... no use in trying to keep it a secret from you... the money. Without a penny, the whole thing is dead. Capital is needed for production, but this is a bit complicated. There's no point in going into details. And you'll understand that the circumstances of our meeting made me feel uncertain, whether you would be able to do it. Whether you would be able to offer the little money, the result of your extra hard work and much hardship, to hand over for a hasty idea. Think about it. Calm your thoughts. Do not decide straight away. But if fate decides that from now on we stay together, inseparable, do remember the price that has been paid. Do not forget the child... who may have had to perish for the very reason so our star could finally rise. Who knows, my friends? All we know for certain is... that life is very hard on us.