In Bela Tarr’s latest, and reportedly final, film so much
happens while seemingly nothing happens. It takes a lot of motivation to begin
a black-and-white Hungarian art film with a 2 ½ hour running time, but
surprisingly, once I started I could barely take my eyes away. The Turin Horse is an exquisitely
beautiful and fascinating study of an old farmer’s and his daughter’s
trudgingly repetitive and lugubrious existence in rural Italy in the late 19th
century.
