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.
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.
I've read quite a few reviews of Werckmeister Harmonies and it appears that, unless you are Roger Ebert (https://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/werckmeister-harmonies-2000), it's impossible to write about the film without sounding like a terrible pseud, so I'm not going to attempt to. I've listened to director Bela Tarr taking about the film and he isn't particularly elucidating about it either. It's not a film to be picked over and analysed, it's a film to be watched and enjoyed. It has a very particular rhythm and flow to it which is immersive, it reminded me of listening to the band Current 93 (oh God, I sound like a terrible pseud), you feel like once you've started you never want to stop. There's something that just keeps propelling the music forward and it's the same with the 'story' (such as it is, it doesn't really matter) in Werckmeister Harmonies, you just want to keep on watching. Tarr has caught something very special in the film, he working on an entirely different plane from most filmmakers, he's in touch with something beyond the everyday, the corporeal. I don't know what it is, I don't think Tarr really knows what it is, but there's something thrilling and mesmirising about it. At 2hrs 25mins, it's shorter than the latest John Wick film. What have you got to lose? Watch it. you won't regret it.