A monumental windstorm and an abused horse’s refusal to work or eat signal the beginning of the end for a poor farmer and his daughter.
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Film Cast:

• Ohlsdorfer: János Derzsi
• Ohlsdorfer’s daughter: Erika Bók
• Bernhard: Mihály Kormos
• Horse: Ricsi
• Bernhard (voice): Lajos Kovács
• Narrator (voice): Mihály Ráday

Film Crew:

• Steadicam Operator: Tilman Büttner
• Director: Béla Tarr
• Screenplay: László Krasznahorkai
• Producer: Ruth Waldburger
• Co-Director: Ágnes Hranitzky
• Original Music Composer: Mihály Víg
• Producer: Gábor Téni
• Director of Photography: Fred Kelemen
• Producer: Martin Hagemann
• Steadicam Operator: Marcus Pohlus
• Steadicam Operator: Robert Patzelt
• Production Design: László Rajk
• Supervising Sound Editor: Gábor ifj. Erdélyi
• Sound Recordist: Csaba Erös
• Sound Recordist: János Csáki
• Sound Recordist: István Pergel
• Producer: Juliette Lepoutre
• Producer: Marie-Pierre Macia
• Gaffer: Miklós Hajdu

Movie Reviews:

• CRCulver: In 2011 Béla Tarr, a Hungarian director who had drawn acclaim for his distinctive style of long takes à la Andrei Tarkovsky and a bleak and sardonic view of human existence, released what he stated would be his last film: THE TURIN HORSE. The film’s genesis is rooted in a conversation between Tarr and the Hungarian novelist Laszlo Krasznahorkai some years before: Krasznahorkai recounted the story Friedrich Nietzsche’s famous breakdown in the streets of Turin after watching a cabman cruelly beat his horse. We know, Krasznahorkai noted, that Nietzsche lived on for another decade, mute and demented, in the care of his family, but what happened to the horse? Thus the two decided to make a film, but it would not be a historical film about late 19th-century Turin. Rather, the Nietzsche story only served as an initial inspiration for a more universal drama.

  After an introduction spoken by a narrator that briefly tells the Nietzsche story, we are introduced to a horse and his cabman, Ohlsdorfer (János Derzsi). With much effort — the opening take of the horse pulling the cart on the road is several minutes long — Ohlsdorfer reaches a house and a barn in the minute of a nondescript wilderness, where a savage wind blows nonstop. His daughter (Erika Bók) appears, and the two struggle to unharness the horse and lead it into the barn as the wind howls. Immediately we see that they lived alone and in poverty. The film is divided into a series of episodes, “The First Day”, “The Second Day” etc. where Ohlsdorfer and his daughter repeat the same routine: she helps Ohlsdorfer dress or undress (he is partly lame), she boils potatoes that she and Ohlsdorfer eat, piping hot, with their fingers. Yet in spite of this grinding routine, each day shows the action from a slightly different angle, and we become aware that the world in which they live is breaking down. Everything happens with a minimum of dialogue, except for two appearances by visitors to their homestead that are grim portents. The horse itself gets comparatively little screen time, but is such a potent symbol that it does feel like, as Tarr calls it in the film’s credits, the “main role”.

  THE TURIN HORSE is shot in only 30 takes by cinematographer Fred Kelemen; considering the film is 2 hours 35 minutes long, that means an average shot length of 5 minutes. Tarr’s visual aesthetic of very long takes is not for everyone, but if you surrender to its hypnotic effect, it can be very powerful. The slow pace puts the viewer into a hyper-aware state where you are familiarized with the most minute details of the set, some of which will later prove important in the action, while others are simply distinct and memorable quirks. It is this elevating of the stage set to nearly a character in itself that is one of Tarr’s major innovations. The bleakness of Tarr and Krasznahorkai’s vision is not completely oppressive. You might find some humour here, even if it is the blackest humour imaginable. THE TURIN HORSE can be readily compared to the more austere plays of Samuel Beckett which reveal human existence to be absurd, but lampoon attempts at philosophy or personal foibles in ways that can make one grimly chuckle.

  This sort of film isn’t for everyone. Needless to say, if you like movies as simple entertainment and don’t go for “arthouse” efforts, then you should steer clear of this. For more open-minded cinephiles, I’d recommend seeing the work of Andrei Tarkovsky first before you decide to go on to the even more extreme aesthetic of Tarr. But I personally found this (like a few of Tarr’s prior efforts) to be a very moving experience, one that I am sure I will repeat from time to time over the years. The visual poetry of THE TURIN HORSE is incredible.