The Turin Horse

The Turin Horse, 2011, Béla Tarr.

Cinematic brilliance beyond the constraints of script, philosophy, morality, hunger and time.

To me it was a deeply meditative study of spaces and their violence within, whether in the environmental turmoil outside, struggling homes inside, dining room of societal madness, corners of religious interference, bodies of violators, empty wells of new age or most importantly the dark stable of the horse.

They almost never intersect or exchange, they never connect. But they almost always impact and influence, destroy and starve, feed and rob each other without any interaction, by some other worldly thread of unsaid and unloved languages.

Stunning visuals and indulging deeply quiet pace kept me floating in dreamlike state through this master piece of art.