As you may have heard—I can scream pretty loud—the Belcourt is hosting the only showings of Bela Tarr's 435-minute film Satantango
in the entire Southeast this Friday through Sunday. Why is this a big deal? Don't take it from this idiot
—let these folks make the case instead:
ՠCritic Steve Erickson
queries Tarr about his "very gloomy kind of Christianity," working with a translator but without a net.
ՠThe first place I ever heard of Satantango
: Jonathan Rosenbaum's excellent intro to Tarr
in the Chicago Reader
ՠIs every LAM (long-ass movie) automatically stamped with critical praise? Three words come to mind—Renaldo and Clara
—but the exception sorta proves the rule. Paul C. argues here
why it works for Dancin' with Mr. D.
ՠBelieve it or not, a movie almost twice
as long is currently the hottest ticket in New York: this weekend's U.S. premiere of Jacques Rivette's Out 1
(described, in a term familiar to LAM aficionados, as a "holy grail"). Bilge Ebiri
has actually seen it—all 13 hours. (And follow the link to Frederic Bonnaud's awesome interview with Rivette from Senses of Cinema
, where the director imagines a horrible genetic experiment pairing Michael Haneke and John Woo.)