Seven Days on Earth--The Horse of Turin

Joaquin 2022-04-06 09:01:06

"The Horse of Turin" was directed and completed in 2011 by the famous Hungarian director Bela Tal. The film has the style of Bayesian. The film borrows people to fight against the harsh natural environment, and stubbornly survives in the harsh environment to show the indomitable human beings and the original intention of God. From a text point of view, "The Horse of Turin" is obviously not a pass, and the poor text content alone is not enough to support more than two hours of filming. Bella Tarr's signature sporty long takes and the film's personal imagery add to it. This film presents a story of "Seven Days of Destruction", in which the heroine dresses, fetches water, cooks, eats, and undresses for her father, day after day, monotonous and repetitive. This is a sense of alienation deliberately created by the director. In the middle of the film, the appearance of the role of the "wine buyer" breaks the inner space of the father and daughter. The director uses the mouth of the "wine buyer" to eloquently express the theme of the film. Scenes of God's duel. The film uses only the sound and no picture, and the sleepy narration enhances the sense of alienation in the film. The first shot of this film is a 5-minute long shot shot by Steadicam. The shot is far or near, flat or up. The soundtrack is based on religious sacred music, which enhances the mystery and ritual of the film. feel. The black and white tone style, the sporty and restrained way of moving the mirror, the plain, the wind swept the fallen leaves, the sandstorm, the dry well, the weeds, the scorching heat, the stone house, everything is so cold, simple, rough, and the wind will not disperse. Under the thick fog, the father and daughter depended on each other for life. The daily sitting, sleeping, and daze, as well as cooking and eating potatoes day after day for seven days, in the dark and cold atmosphere of the cold house outside, made people feel like living in a year. , the 155-minute film is simply unnerving. The actor scheduling in the house is also a must. The two people plus camera scheduling, wrong entry and wrong exit, partitioned lighting, and the two walking dead-like drama performances have added a lot to the film. Jansuo's successor, Bella Tarr, lived up to his reputation as "the last master of Europe". But I thought, what's the point of trying to make such a form-oriented film?

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  • Vicenta 2022-04-04 09:01:08

    Really love Beratar's shots! In addition to that charming long lens, his capture of light and his shots of trivial natural things are very moving. My understanding is, is this film expressing a state of mind of Nietzsche? Still struggling to find a way out in the dark chaos. In the end, the lights were dry, the water was gone, and the wind stopped, as if heralding the end of all this.

  • Chaim 2022-03-29 08:01:02

    Why is the wind more ruthless, my heart is more and more delusional, like a speck of dust, dancing wildly with the wind, I have to hold my hands firmly, but the courage that drifts away, I will become a giant, step on the strength, step on the dream, and walk in the direction of the wind blowing Blow, my pride, indulge, blow, don't ruin my pure garden, let the wind blow, let it be messy

The Turin Horse quotes

  • 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.

  • Bernhard: 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 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, because whatever they touch, and they touch everything, they've debased; this is the way it was until the final victory, until the triumphant end; acquire, debase, debase, acquire; or I can put it differently if you'd like, to touch, debase and thereby acquire, or touch, acquire and thereby debase; it's been going on like this for centuries, on, on and on; this and only this, sometimes on the sly, sometimes rudely, sometimes gently, sometimes brutally, but it has been going on and on; yet only in one way; like a rat attacks from ambush; because for this perfect victory it was also essential that the other side, that is, everything's that's excellent, great in some way and noble, should not engage in any kind of fight, there shouldn't be any kind of struggle, just the sudden disappearance of one side meaning the disappearing of the excellent, the great, the noble, so that by now the winners who have won by attacking from ambush rule the earth and there isn't a single tiny nook where one can hide something from them because everything they can lay their hands on is theirs, even things that they can't reach but they do reach are also theirs; the heavens are already theirs and theirs are all our dreams; theirs is the moment, nature, infinite silence; even immortality is theirs, you understand?; everything, everything is lost forever, and those many nobles, great and excellent just stood there, if I can put it that way; they stopped at this point and had to understand and had to accept that there is neither God nor gods, and the excellent, the great and the noble had to understand and accept this right from the beginning, but, of course, they were quite incapable of understanding it, they believed it and accepted it but they didn't understand it; they just stood there, bewildered but not resigned until something, that flash on the mind, finally enlightened them, and all at once they realized that there is neither God nor gods; all at once they saw that there is neither good nor bad; then they saw and understood that if this was so then they themselves did not exist either; you see, I reckon this may have been the moment when we can say that they were extinguished, they burnt out; extinguished and burnt out like the fire left to smolder in the meadow; one was the constant loser, the other was the constant victor; defeat, victory, defeat, victory; and one day, here in the neighborhood I had to realize and I did realize that I was mistaken, I was truly mistaken when I thought that there had never been and could never be any kind of change here on earth; because, believe me, I know now that this change has indeed taken place.