Béla Tarr's Werckmeister Harmonies is a haunting exploration of societal chaos and human despair that feels disturbingly relevant in light of the current right-wing demonstrations and riots targeting ethnic minorities and asylum seekers in England.
The film, set in a bleak Hungarian town, depicts the unravelling of social order as fear and violence take hold, mirroring the divisive and inflammatory rhetoric prevalent today. The stark black-and-white cinematography and slow pacing create an atmosphere of oppressive inevitability, heightening the film's impact as it reflects the fragility of our societal structures.
Watching Werckmeister Harmonies now, against the backdrop of the riots, makes the film's depiction of mob mentality and xenophobia even more chilling. The protagonist, János Valuska, symbolizes a desperate attempt to restore harmony, resonating deeply as a poignant reminder of the consequences of division and hatred. Tarr's masterpiece not only challenges us to confront the darkness within our societies but also underscores the urgent need to seek out harmonies to save us from ourselves.
The title and cover should have conveyed to me that it was not going to be an enjoyable experience. This goes much further into bleakness than lends itself to entertainment. There are 40 second scenes of heavy rain falling onto concrete waste-ground. There are long soliloquies with metaphors so abstract and tortured I defie anyone to maintain concentration throughout a single sentence. Lock up your knives before watching this desolate and depressing, black and white, soul crusher.
More esoteric gloom from Béla Tarr and co-director Ágnes Hranitzky, which extended their unique visions across arthouses beyond Hungary. It's a bleak, bizarre tale sparked by the arrival in an austere town of a dismal circus whose sole attraction is a dead whale.
Tarr said this is not an allegory, though maybe he did not speak for Nobel laureate László Krasznahorkai who adapted his own novel. It's inconceivable that the rotting carcass which is starting to stink doesn't represent the manifest end-stage of the Soviet occupation.
Especially as the book was published in 1989! Critics claim the anarchy that follows is under the malign influence of the exhibit, but surely it is a prediction of what its decay allows... Still, this is a Béla Tarr film so we get the long tracking shots in b&w, the non-performances...
Plus the black comedy. Tarr said he merely reveals what he saw in his home country, which was surely bad news for Hungarian tourism; he always seems to be balancing the weight of misery! This is a dream of life which takes us to places only Béla knows.