Defeated I don’t know if Bela Tarr has seen the movie, but he would have loved it, a miniature apocalypse. These silent people are unlikely to come to an unusual guest and tell them about the future, which is not, and it is unlikely that this industrious old man will close the windows in his house. Despite all this daily monotony and monotony, the couple brush aside despair and live by the principle that every day lived is not a gift and not a punishment. There are doubts about the second, but as one genius said: “We all put a tricky answer and do not find the right question.” It is too late to ask questions, so the answers have lost all value.
In all their long lives, they’ve probably been so tired of words that they’ve had a couple of on-duty phrases throughout the film, but words don’t bring people together as much as silence does. Everyone will sleep peacefully until the next disaster, but these old men are well aware that there is no catastrophe, there is only a grinder, a pot and a shovel, and then the long-awaited silence. When a person leaves another person with whom he has lived a long life, he is not so much afraid of death as the sand left at the top of the clock, which crumbles more and more slowly with each new day.
This is the real Horror... The Horror. . .
