On the one hand, this is a culture that privileges only the present and the immediate... on the other hand, it is a culture that is excessively nostalgic, given over to retrospection..." - Mark Fisher
This film is about the mechanics of memory and the tantalizing and totalizing immediacy of sensuality. Obviously the 60s setting and aesthetic are awash in nostalgia and the film begins and ends with intertitles about memory. Wong Kar Wai deploys slow motion, repetition, and mise…
It is rare and exhilarating to have a movie force you to take it in on its terms, with a complete disregard for your aesthetic predispositions. The directorial choices in The Turin Horse frustrates them in an effort to produce a very specific emotion: angst.
The formal elements clearly testify to a master at work. The cinematography is austere and awesome (in the traditional sense of the word). The score is ominous and droning, clearly mirroring the wind and world…
Manages, in two hours, to successfully, in my view, argue that oil paintings => advertisements was one long continuous evolution in capitalist expression. If that doesn’t impress you I’m not sure what would.
