It's because of the rain.

Aric 2022-03-29 08:01:02

As if I was competing with myself, I turned around from the Pompidou and went to the MK2 Beaubourg to buy a ticket for "The Horse of Turin". This is the final work of Béla Tarr, who was hailed as "the most beautiful film at the Berlin Film Festival in 2011" by Die Welt. Sure enough, under my superficial aesthetic vision, I found the word "beautiful". The film tells the 6-day life of a farmer father and daughter. Getting up, getting dressed, fetching water, dressing the disabled father with one arm, drinking wine, watching horses, boiling potatoes, eating potatoes, lighting a lamp, sleeping. The two-and-a-half-hour film uses 30 shots and presents 6 days of almost cookie-cutter life through different mise en scenes. However, it is each shot that exceeds 5 minutes that creates the film's own rhythm and power, making life suffocating a little bit. The horse was reluctant to leave, the neighbors came to buy wine, the book was presented by the frolicking crowd, the well water was dry, and the little things shocked the audience who were already familiar with the life of the father and daughter. When the wind stopped, we also felt death, because we were used to the sound of the wind, the hot boiled potatoes, and hearing the crisp sound of the old father eating raw potatoes, we couldn't help worrying that on the seventh day, they would will not die.

While watching the movie, one question after another about the film's stereotypes popped up in my mind, and one after another died in the film's steady, hesitant long shots. I even remembered the question about actors in David Mamet's "Director's Homework" that I read today - actors don't need acting skills, they only need to complete the simple actions in each shot required by the director, the simpler the better. . Although Mamey's Eisenstein montage theory doesn't work in this film, the father and daughter are almost indistinguishable from the horse - expressionless and simple, but full of power, and this power comes from What the mise en scene gets is that this mise en scene is very different from what Mamet advocates: it is the ingenious use of Steadicam, and the audience is living the monotonous rural life with father and daughter from various angles in real time. Ma Mei will be very happy to see the almost rigid performance of the two actors, because there is really no need for more connotations, even the only two close-ups of the characters in the film, one is given to the one who buys wine that I can't understand. Neighbors, one gave a horse that was always expressionless.

After watching the movie, it was raining. You can choose to have an umbrella, you can choose to button up your hat, and you can wait in front of the theater for the rain to stop and chat up this lady who smokes. this is your choice. And what makes these choices beautiful is the rain.

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Extended Reading
  • Clifton 2022-04-02 09:01:16

    Such a pale color brings a strong shock

  • Krista 2022-04-03 09:01:12

    Bella Tarr's final work revolves around the horse and its owner who resonated with Nietzsche and became insane for ten years. The long shot vividly shows the six-day despair of the father and daughter waiting to die. Nietzsche said: "The most difficult stage in life is not that no one understands you, but that you don't understand yourself." The whole film is depressing and thought-provoking. The old horse's anger at his own fate refused to eat, and the father and daughter refused to be redeemed and died on the sixth day. Isn't this a hint of Nietzsche and the fate and life of most of us?

The Turin Horse quotes

  • Bernhard: Theirs is the moment... nature, infinite silence.

  • Narrator: In Turin on the 3rd of January 1889, Friedrich Nietzsche steps out of the doorway of number six, Via Carlo Albert, perhaps to take a stroll, perhaps to go by the post office to collect his mail. Not far from him, the driver of a hansome cab is having trouble with a stubborn horse. Despite all his urging, the horse refuses to move, whereupon the driver - Giuseppe? Carlo? Ettore? - loses his patience and takes his whip to it. Nietzsche comes up to the throng and puts an end to the brutal scene caused by the driver, by this time foaming at the mouth with rage. For the solidly built and full-moustached gentleman suddenly jumps up to the cab and throws his arms around the horse's neck, sobbing. His landlord takes him home, he lies motionless and silent for two days on a divan until he mutters the obligatory last words "Mutter, ich bin dumm!" and lives for another ten years, silent and demented, under the care of his mother and sisters. We do not know what happened to the horse.