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Sátántangó (Satan's Tango) (1994)



Average Rating: 7.9/10
Critic Reviews: 8
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This European epic is seven hours long. It is adapted from a novel by Laszlo Krasznahorkai and reflects the obsession of director Bela Tarr who began the film seven years ago. It took two full years to film this opus. The story is presented through a series of chapters of varying lengths with titles like "The News That They are Coming," "We, the Resurrected," "The Freeze," "Only Problems and Work." and finally "The Circle Is Completed." The enormously complex saga is centered in an abandoned


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Jul 22, 2008

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Its seven-hour runtime warns off dabblers, the one-screening-a-day bulk defies profit motive, and its protagonists -- Tarr's "poor, ugly, sad, and damned people" -- deny expectations of pleasure. It is also, at times, funny as hell.

October 20, 2009 Full Review Source: Village Voice
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The marathon Satan's Tango is a magnum opus to end all magna opera, a dark, funny, apocalyptic allegory of the Hungarian psyche that stimulates, irritates, soothes and startles with blinding strokes of genius in equal turn.

March 26, 2009 Full Review Source: Variety
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Critics have rightfully hailed Tarr as one of filmdom's criminally undersung geniuses.

October 5, 2007 Full Review Source: Village Voice
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In Sátántangó, life is beautiful and grotesque by turns, and never less than mesmerizing.

February 1, 2007
Minneapolis Star Tribune
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This startling, apocalyptic work is sometimes over-extended, but it builds to a powerful, rhythmic climax of breakdown and withdrawal.

February 9, 2006 Full Review Source: Time Out
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One of the great, largely unseeable movies of the last dozen years.

January 10, 2006 Full Review Source: Village Voice
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It may sound absurd to say that a seven-hour movie has hardly a wasted moment -- as famously insisted by Susan Sontag -- but Tarr's minimalism has maximum impact, especially when the film's satiric nature becomes more prominent in the final hour.

May 21, 2014 Full Review Source: Artforum

Attention-grabbing from the first moments and unwilling to relinquish its grip for any part of its hypertrophic running time.

March 31, 2014 Full Review Source: Antagony & Ecstasy
Antagony & Ecstasy

The food is delicious...but the portions are SO LARGE!

August 1, 2010 Full Review Source: Slant Magazine
Slant Magazine

Those with a strong will for art house extremes will strike gold here, while those demanding speed and snap may doze throughout the endeavor.

July 27, 2008 Full Review Source: Film Threat
Film Threat

It is a good movie. It's a great movie, in fact, one of the greatest of all movies.

July 25, 2008 Full Review Source: Combustible Celluloid
Combustible Celluloid

A fascinating seven-hour epic black comedy in entropy (ponderous musings on misery and despair) by the internationally acclaimed Hungarian director Béla Tarr.

February 2, 2008 Full Review Source: Ozus' World Movie Reviews
Ozus' World Movie Reviews

It is an insidious yet ambiguous political nature that characterizes Sátántangó as a Hungarian film, in turn perpetuating its obscurity and qualifying its art.

October 24, 2003 Full Review Source: Not Coming to a Theater Near You
Not Coming to a Theater Near You

Just as the film eschews typical filmic moralizing and simplification, it also casts off the typical language of film.

April 15, 2002 Full Review Source:

Audience Reviews for Sátántangó (Satan's Tango)

yes it's worth seven hours of your life
October 22, 2012
Stella Dallas

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"Hungry Hungry Hungarians" is probably something that I would say more shamelessly if this film was exciting as the drama bout famine that looks like it's going to be from its "Angela's Ashes"-looking poster (Man, Erika Bók made for one ugly little girl, now she's a somehow even uglier woman... with all due respect). Speaking of a little crazy, I've heard Jack Nicholson ask Batman if he's ever "danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight", but this Beelzebuboogie is ridiculous, and I really, really, really mean "ridiculous"! Yeah, references to Tim Burton's "Batman" might not be the best way to let people know that I'm credible enough to say that I know more about this art epic than the overrating critics, but really, people, calm down, because I feel like I understand what's going on. If my assumption of Béla Tarr's intentions are correct, then this film is a runaway success as an immersive art drama that draws you into the devastating and long tyranny of a Communism in Hungary by forcing you through tedious monotony which goes on forever and pretty much has to be praised because everyone says it's great. Well, I don't know if I can say that this film forces you to do anything, because you don't have to suffer through it, yet that hasn't stop the snobby critics or, well, me, that one jerk who hated sitting through this (Thank goodness I had the internet on the side). Hey, I just did it for the story (They seriously do have t-shirts that read, "I Survived 'Sátántangó'"), and by that, I don't just mean that I was trying to figure out some way to give this film a story. It's [b][u]"seven hours... and a quarter long"[/b][/u] (I like to tack that on), so either I'm committed or need to be committed, but either way, this film is all but impossible, and yet, I wouldn't be throwing in that "all but" part were it not for some strengths that are hard to deny, seeing as how they're bashed over your head for well over seven hours... outside of the unevenly used score.

No matter how sprawling it may be, the film is mostly a dead-quiet meditation upon very little, if anything, that relies on atmosphere more than anything when it comes to reinforcing the intrigue that is actually thinned into dissipation by the thoughtfulness, so score composer and, interestingly enough, starring actor Mihály Vig's are mighty underused, and when it finally does come into play, there's not a whole lot that's special about it, but make no mistake, there are, in fact, some special aspects regarding this film's very sparse musical aspects, which deliver on anything from relatively livelier compositions which are intentionally disjointed in a way that doesn't get too carried away for you to disregard the entertaining musical uniqueness that colors things up a bit, to a certain brooding minimalism which captures the somber intensity of certain moments. Needless to say, Gábor Medvigy's cinematography is a much more recurring compliment to the film's tone, and even then, the black-and-white color of the white limits visual style, while director Béla Tarr's abusive misuse of the photography for the sake of questionable artistic touches that I'll touch more upon later dilute your appreciation for the film's visual style entirely, though not so much so that you can ever completely deny the film's good looks, as the limited color captures the bleak grit of the film, while moments of sharp play with sparse lighting prove to be gorgeous. Musicality is unevenly used and sometimes misused, and visual style is about as often misused as it is attractive, so if nothing else is consistent at bringing some kind of life to this tiresome drama, it's the performances, because when I say that this film has no script, I literally mean that this film just had a script for the sake of having a script, so most of what material there is was improvised, and while there are times where the improvisation gets to be about as aimless as the "story"telling surrounding the performances (One of the film's more entertaining moments is some guy dancing the tango and chanting on and on about how his mother is the sea, his father is the earth, and his life is the tango... over, and over, and over again), on the whole, the improvisation allows the performers to bond with their roles and bring them the characters to life as best they can, sometimes with enough effectiveness to inspire some kind of compellingness. There are strengths in this film, it's just that they're so outweighed by the missteps, and for an impossibly unreasonable amount of time at that, yet you can spot them here and there, especially when they go backed by a rarity: an effective moment in the telling of what story there is. I wouldn't say that the film is quite as unwatchable as something like "La Commune (Paris, 1871)", because even though this is the much longer and slower film, it eventually comes to some kind of an action, while "La Commune" actually has the audacity to, whether it be through anachronisms or fourth wall breaks, actively repel you from the conceptually weighty story, and while this film is by no means too much more inspired, you rarely completely forget the importance of this film's subject matter, and are certainly reminded when Béla Tarr steps up to the plate as director, playing with the airtight framing in a way that you grow tired of the more shots linger, but sometimes proves to be effective in immersing you, much like plays with haunting sound that generally provide white noise to exacerbate the drowsiness suffered throughout this seven-hour+ struggle, but sometimes subtly define the harsh, bleak tone of the film with a certain minimalist tastefulness. That's right, people, the film is seven hours and a quarter of arrogant and abusive tedium on a level beyond comprehension, and the best thing that you can say about it is that it is sometimes depressing, but make no bones about it, the patient are bound to run into a few moments that give you a drop of what the pretentious critics could be talking about, limited though they may be. Of course, on the whole, this film requires just too much blasted patience to only have a few enjoyable moments, and while there is enough realization to the film for it to not be an unpalatable torture, watching this film is a challenge that I can't even begin to recommend, because it doesn't even handle plotting all that well when it actually does take on something resembling a story.

There is a whole lot more plodding than plotting in this mindlessly aimless snooezefest of over-experimentation, but if you want to say that there is something of a story structure, you should note that the film is divided into twelve segments (Yes, twelve segments in a little under eight hours; Transatlantic's "The Whirlwind" is starting to sound a whole lot shorter) that all connect in some fashion, but often just barely, with the most consistent aspect within each segment being padding so considerable that you have trouble remembering and getting invested in the segment you're watching at the moment, let alone the other segments, resulting in focal unevenness, a term I use pretty loosely, because there's any focus in this film. There's a whole lot of rambling, but hardly any exposition, and a whole lot of wandering, but hardly any direction, so what you end up with is a sprawling character drama that pays only so much focus to its characters, which would be easier to forgive if there weren't so many extra-distancingly questionable character actions, most of which are forced in to supplement the artistic "story"telling. Whether they're whispering dialogue much too often or just standing around doing nothing much longer than your average Joe, the characters come off as not too much more than mere components to the artistic steadiness which drives this non-narrative, though you quickly forget this, certainly not because the characters are well-handled enough to be ever so slightly less than thoroughly unengaging, but because questionable characterization is overshadowed by a substantially more problematic component to the film's deliberate steadiness, a torturously bone-dry atmosphere, whose thoughtful attention to the environment proves to be occasionally immersive, but mostly dulls things down beyond belief, not sometimes, or often, or half of the time, or even three quarters of the time, but nearly throughout the entirety of this film whose running time is among the longest in cinematic history. Limply paced and utterly quiet, if you're lucky (Oh, the unbearable white noise of rain, wind and footsteps, so many footsteps), this film has been called by many to be consistently engrossing, and that statement is so beyond conceivability that it qualifies more as a blatant factual inaccuracy than a questionable opinion, because the film is always bland, to one degree or another, and is mostly boring, and I would be more willing to forgive that and conclude that the final product is, I don't know, mediocre or something, - like such other tedious, but reasonably tasteful art pieces as, say, "Wings of Desire", or "Days of Heaven", or whatever - were it not for there being an unthinkable amount of time to think about how boring this all is. At about seven hours and a quarter, or 435 minutes, or 26100 seconds, or 26100000 milliseconds, or 26100000000 microseconds, or 26100000000000 nanoseconds... give or take, this film takes on relatively minimalist subject matter and, somewhere along the way, ends up being one of the longest feature films of all time (It's certainly the longest film I've ever seen; why couldn't it have stayed something as awesome as "The Best of Youth"?), and as you can imagine, it doesn't do so easily, bloating itself to a mind-numbingly monotonous point, partly through excess material, and largely through long, long, long periods of absolutely nothing but nothing, most of which don't even give you the common courtesy of changing angles, because even with this film's unreal runtime of about seven hours and a quarter, Tarr himself has stated that there are "[u]well under 200[/u]" shots throughout the final product, which often spends minutes, upon minutes, upon minutes on showcasing imagery as eventful as walking, or mumbling, or a cat falling asleep (They portray the sedation of the cat as a poisoning, and sure, it's convincing and all, but after a while, even my cat-adoring self more-or-less stopped caring), or on imagery that is nothing more than an impossibly overlong scenery shot, and if you think that I'm exaggerating, if anything, I'm grossly understating how exhaustingly comical this film's "artistic" meditations are. Between the opening credits and an introductory narration is a slowly wandering tracking shot of cows making their way across the farm around which this film's "story" is mostly centered that runs for, not one minute, or three minutes, or even the five minutes that I've once heard someone say they "felt" the sequence ran... but [b][u]eight minutes[/b][/u], and right there, Béla Tarr lets you know what to expect: tediously dull, exhaustingly overdrawn and mind-numbingly misguided abuse of an artistic license, though that's not to say that Tarr tells you that you don't have to endure this film from then on, because even though I feel some sense of relief to find that there is more of a sense of "charming" ambition to this film and less of a sense of crushing pretense than I feared, there's still some air of arrogance throughout this film, as if Tarr truly is proud of what he has done, and done wrong, and all that leaves you to do is further meditate even more upon problems that couldn't get any more glaring without the pretense, and can't get too much more grating with the pretense. The film is not quite as unwatchable as I feared, but it's just too artistically misguided to be nearly as enjoyable as it probably should have been, and films like this almost shake my faith in my dream job, because, as a film critic, I sometimes just don't feel right being associated with a community that, in a fashion believed to be brilliant, rather than downright stupid, lauds something as an artistic revelation, or genius, or, Lord forbid, one of the greatest cinematic triumphs of all time just for being different, when really, it's nothing more than torturously overblown abuse of snobbiness behind what could be anything from an intellectual making a stroke of utter artistic insanity, to some kind of a sick joke which tests both the endurance of rational moviegoers and the level of the pretentious' ignorance, but is either way barely watchable for an hour-and-a-half, a waste of time at two-and-a-half hours, infuriating at three hours and the ultimate challenge to patience at about seven hours and a quarter, and while, with the help of the glory that is internet time-killing, I was able to qualify for an "I Survived 'Sátántangó'" t-shirt, I certainly had no investment in this disaster, and grew to not even humor it with any beyond the barest minimum of my attention, if that, because while this film would have been worse were it not for the value of its subject matter and some other genuine highlights, it aimlessly rambles on and on about how life is precious, or something, then wastes much too much of precious time out of your life.

When the tango is done, leaving you to not want to do anything outside of fall on the floor exhausted (If I wasn't out of shape before, sitting here this long just has to have thinned out my muscle tone a bit), you struggle to reflect on the decent, if tremendously underused score work, handsome, if tremendously misused, committed, if very much underwritten performances (Seriously, there was more-or-less no script handy), and highlights in direction which do justice to conceptually worthy subject matter, and you're bound to come up with enough to commend for the final product to not be any worse than really bad, but through unevenness within whatever focus there is, questionable characterization and punishing dullness, all packed within an impossibly monotonous runtime that runs well over seven hours and is mostly achieved through comically misguided meditations upon nothing but nothing that go consistently backed by a certain self-righteousness to Béla Tarr's otherwise mostly dead-cold atmosphere, "Sátántangó" falls spectacularly flat as a disturbingly overappreciated disaster which wastes all but mere moments of a considerable deal of precious time.

1.5/5 - Bad
August 8, 2013
Cameron W. Johnson
Cameron Johnson

Super Reviewer

I actually watched this over a week, watching an hour a day. Some people have said this isn't the right way to watch it, but for me it was.

I have trouble paying attention to long movies, especially ones like this, so I was actually paying attention to each hour, before getting to the point where I stop concentrating.

It was boring. I LOVE long takes, but these were just pointless. The scene with the cat made me cringe, because animal cruelty makes me cry like a baby.
October 19, 2010

Super Reviewer

I can't describe it.It's an opus equivalent to what philosophy and opera really mean to anyone who's a fervent supporter of all types of arts.No mental delights,no gloominess,this is an attack to the senses by a long shot!
Whoever is against natural formations,better stay away...the hours and the times,literally.
September 8, 2009
Dimitris Springer

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