Satantangowas a complete waste of my time.Ágnes Hranitzky, Bela Tarr, Janus Films, Werckmeister HarmoniesĪ trailer has arrived for the 4K restoration of Béla Tarr and Ágnes Hranitzky’s 2000 film Werckmeister Harmonies from Janus Films. The characters in Satantango are just meh! Oh,and don’t get me started on sense of place and time or the lack thereof. I need to be invested incharacters even if it’s just really wanting the bad guy to be hit by a truckwhile crossing the road. I got no senseof who anyone is and didn’t give a stuff for them. Jesus! Give a reader asecond to pause for breath please. There are no paragraph breaks so the chapters, quite long around 30 or 40pages are just one continuous lump of prose diahorrea.
Iget no pleasure from wading through dense prose I become convinced may suffocateme. I read because I want to be transported somewhere elseand spend some time in another world with strangers who become my friends. One of theissues I had is the language used it’s very dense and wordy.
The blurb makes this sound like a dark and intense read. This isnot necessary a bad thing depending on how the author tackles the subjectmatter. This is my first time reading the author. (TuskarRock, 3 July 2013, first published 1985, paperback, 274 pages, borrowed from mylibrary) In its measured prose and long, Tolstoyan sentences, Satantango isnothing short of a literary masterpiece a formal meditation on death andavarice, human fallibility and faith. Satantango follows thevillagers as they are exploited and taken in by Irimias as they drink andstumble their way toward the gradual realization of their mistake and ultimatedemise. Messianic aura as he plays on the fears of the townsfolk and a series of increasingly Them to escape the emptiness and futility of their existence. The villagers as he sets about swindling them out of a fortune that might allow Rule: his arrival heralds the beginning of a period of violence and greed for
Long-thought dead – returns to the commune, the villagers fall under his spell. Flies buzz, spiders weave, water drips and animals root desultorily Of a Communist utopia, life in a desolate Hungarian town has come to a virtual
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