Human nature is fragile, let Satan dance a hearty tango

Lucie 2022-03-22 09:02:44

Bella Tal's seven-and-a-half-hour "Satan's Tango" was filmed in 1994. The impact of the aftermath of the collapse of the former Soviet Union on Eastern European countries will not be repeated here. The film should tell the story of a small farm in a remote part of Hungary facing the disintegration of human fragility due to social changes in this context. The old can't last, but the new has not yet arrived. In this blank period, the evil in human nature is particularly striking against the background of social disorder. It is especially like making a cup of strong wine for Satan and letting him dance freely after drinking it. Tango.

This film, which established its base color from the very beginning, with tones of black, white and gray, long and slow shots: a herd of cows walks in circles in a muddy field under a gloomy sky, gnawing at the few green grass , occasionally a low-pitched moo echoed, and a few restless bulls climbed onto the cow's back... The opening shot is seven or eight minutes long, and there is no place it swept that can be called beautiful, you Immediately felt that this was an extremely desolate and desolate world. Walking in such a world, it was no surprise that pessimistic thoughts suddenly emerged, and it was not surprising that life was not easy. Then, the camera slowly passed the almost dilapidated farm house. In the endless continuous autumn rain, it seemed that the heaven and the earth were crying uncontrollably. Even the pigs and dogs trampled on the food in the muddy water, and all kinds of life undoubtedly fell to the minimum of survival. What is terrifying is that it is so degenerate that there is no unsatisfactory human environment, there is no school, and the church is eight kilometers away. We also noticed later that even the church is about to collapse, and the ruins are tossing in the wind and rain. The human soul loses its protective barrier and is completely exposed to the devil's coveting.

The only place on the farm where people can gather is a tavern with drunkards sitting idle, and men and women coming to have fun. This public place is also a transmission place for all kinds of rumors. It is said that there are two people (the released prisoner, but also a liar) is on the way. They are not good people and are plotting to steal everyone's money.

On this abandoned island far from the city, men are conspiring to get some money to escape, drink alcohol, peep, and do all kinds of dirty things, while women shamelessly cheat or prostitute. Human existence exudes rudeness on this animal level. With a turbid aura, without seeing the light of the soul, it is really easy for Satan to make waves in the world.

Satan's covetousness culminates in the second part of the film. This part made me feel chest tight and breathless and sigh again and again. The daughter of a prostitute, a little girl who was about seven or eight years old was ignored by her mother and deceived by her brother. When she saw a man enter her mother's house, she sat outside the door with a cat in her arms, I think She still has a cat to love. Unexpectedly, the next step is the process of her abusing the cat. It took more than 10 minutes to film this process. The psychological description is very delicate and extremely terrifying, until she forcibly poisoned the cat with rat poison. die. In the pouring rain, she hugged a dead cat and went to the tavern outside the window to peep at the boring and shameless scenes of men and women who were messing around with the world. Mrs. Kronner, who was described by men as having a pair of big and beautiful nipples, was Shaking her huge breasts and getting caught up in the men's scramble, yeah, a slutty woman stirred up a pool of water, and lust is the last aphrodisiac for desperate people.

The film uses a few minutes of long shots to shoot the little girl hugging the dead cat through the muddy swamp and walking alone on the vast and boundless field. She is completely desperate in this world, and she is completely unable to reconcile. Finally, she came to a large tree. Under the tree, he ate the rat poison left by the poisonous cat, and lay peacefully under the tree with the dead cat, closing his eyes and waiting to die. This is the climax of tragedy, and it shows how Satan awakens and grows in the human heart and finally devours, even so, she dreams of reaching heaven when she dies. The fragility of human nature comes to this point, making people feel unbearable pain.

This is a long, lyrical poem that is made of suffering and sinking. You can't help but cry when you read it.

I noticed that when the movie came to this point, the 40-odd spectators almost held their breaths, silent, and a huge sadness shrouded the movie-watching scene.

Yes, human nature can be tempered to be better, and it can also be tempered to be more evil. The incredible abandonment of following the crowd is shocking. Finally, they were leaving the farm to find new possibilities. It is also a long shot to show their departure, just like their Exodus, it is another hard and long journey... Passing through the abandoned church, there is the longest background music played by the accordion and their close-up. faces, as if they were somehow shocked and inspired. The night birds are cooing, they are lying down with their clothes on, what will be waiting for them?

The rain kept falling like endless tears. And what these farm workers yearn for most is to soak their feet in hot water at night. This group of people who are helpless by fate makes people see the extreme weakness of human nature. What's even more helpless is that people are still full of suspicion, and in the search for a new way, they can't trust themselves, and they can only arrange the future through Irimias, a prisoner, a liar, and a poet who has only been released from prison. Poems float and reverberate as subtitles, but deep poetry is sometimes poison. Fortaki, the lover of the big-titted lady Kronner, is carefully guarded by the liar Iremias, and the Exodus of this group of poor people also declares bankruptcy.

In the description of the police, they concentrated almost all the bad words: cowardly, stupid, vulnerable, cowardly, smelly, pig and so on.

The doctor who spied on others, while recording the cheating he witnessed, lived with drunken anesthesia, and he moved like a fat pig soaked in alcohol to maintain his suffering. When he came back from the hospital, he found that all the people on the farm had left, there was no more misconduct by Mrs. Kronner, the whole farm was dead, the ground was frozen, he heard the death knell, he sealed the windows, In the dead room, he muttered to himself, waiting for death to come.

The film's handling of camera shots, background music and voiceovers is very philosophical, especially the original minimalist style that directly presents the dilapidation of life to the audience. , the rumbling monotonous sound of the fleeing wheel reverberates on the vast muddy field, plus the accordion accompaniment (the only background music) for a few moments, these monotonous sounds are highly expressive, rendering the unreal of time and space, and the fragility of the individual. And small, especially moving. isn't it? There is no end to the long road, and the wilderness is endless. Where can they go?

The shock brought by the long shots is truly unparalleled. The liar and his party use long shots to show their gloomy backs as they walk around the town. Behind them is the garbage rolled up by the wind. Satan travels with his irresistible madness and domineering.

The film is divided into three parts, and the connection between different parts uses the method of stream of consciousness, and the same shot is interspersed and connected at different times of the film. The close-up lens is very well used. The huge facial close-up and the slow lens advance make people see the helplessness in the depths of human nature. Indeed, the inertia of the evil of human nature will bloom in time is beyond our naive imagination.

Here, you can't help but admit that Satan's tango dance is absolutely amazing.

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Extended Reading
  • Gerry 2022-03-18 09:01:06

    Satan steps on the tango dance steps, a day longer than a hundred years of loneliness; seven hours of long shots, endless rain, damp despair makes people breathless; the same sentence: the real master speaks on the camera, not on story.

  • Trycia 2022-03-24 09:03:26

    There is no magic, such dampness, silence and vastness are the hundred years of loneliness in the heart of man

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.