Synopsis
Chronicles three years of a middle class family seemingly caught up in their daily routines, only troubled by minor incidents. Behind their apparent calm and repetitive existence however, they are actually planning something sinister.
1989 ‘Der siebente Kontinent’ Directed by Michael Haneke
Chronicles three years of a middle class family seemingly caught up in their daily routines, only troubled by minor incidents. Behind their apparent calm and repetitive existence however, they are actually planning something sinister.
Le septième continent, Έβδομη ήπειρος, Det sjuende kontinentet, 7번째 대륙, 일곱 번째 대륙, 일곱번째 대륙, 7η Ήπειρος, El séptimo continente, Le Septième Continent, היבשת השביעית, A hetedik kontinens, Il settimo continente, მეშვიდე კონტინენტი, Siódmy kontynent, O Sétimo Continente, Седьмой континент, Den sjunde kontinenten, Yedinci Kıta, Сьомий континент, 第七大陆, 第七大陸
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Wake up to the radio at 6
Take a bath.
Give your child a kiss.
Eat breakfast.
Get a car wash.
Drop wife at work.
Work.
Reach home for dinner.
Sleep.
Repeat.
Rinse.
Recycle.
Restart.
Remain.
then...
Something clicks.
You don't know what it is. But it clicks.
It comes flooding back to you. This unfamiliar ache. This pang of confusion. This sudden melancholy. It makes sense. And you realise the unbearable weight of your existence. It weighs deeply.
You see it in the routine you live in. You feel it in the monotony that keeps you going. You hear it in the silence when you have nothing to speak.
Then settles a fatigue that you've never felt in your…
I think I can officially throw this out there. Michael Haneke is probably the coolest director since Stanley Kubrick. This son of a bitch has fucking ice water and venom flowing through his veins. There are only a handful of people In the world operating at this level.
Watch a Haneke film. He doesn't have have to explain shit to you. The way he uses the medium his films synch directly into the emotional center of your brain and then rip your soul out, leaving you to try figure out what in the hell just happened to you.
Michael Haneke is a filmmaker I've been meaning to explore further for a long time but haven't really found the time to do so. I was surprised to discover that The Seventh Continent was his debut feature, so confidently directed it is. It certainly deserves to be better known. Not sure why only two or three Haneke films usually get discussed.
It's a tough, brutal film in many ways, a thoroughly unsentimental depiction of an alienated bourgeois family. The mood is established early on with a long shot as a car moves through a car wash with the family of three quietly observing the process. And this process is what the film details and deals with, the monotonous routine of…
Sometimes I feel like I'm in an emotionally abusive relationship with Michael Haneke.
The influence of violent media in the mass behavior of society is a passionate topic for Haneke since his debut. This time, he is dealing with his very first depiction of the destruction of the modernized urban family. Also, this spectacular achievement of a slowly-developing and blunt atmosphere depicts death in its most existentialist manner, while simultaneously tearing down the walls of the present microeconomic law worldwide. Terrifying truths that few auteurs dared to speak out loud. Bravo!
96/100
Haneke's films are not ones I actively seek out. They are the type of films that need a right state of mind and a right moment to endure them. Now, that word may seem negative, but I mean it in the most positive way possible. His films to me are always an experience, the problem is they are hardly ever a nice, fulfilling one. They always leave me with questions and rather pessimistic.
And the Seventh Continent is no exception.
This is a film about disintegration. Haneke explores the true story of a family caught in the slipstream of bourgeois monotony, first revelling in it, but slowly realising it is not a place they want to be in. The film…
Only Michael Haneke could make going through a car wash this visceral and terrifying.
“Did you pretend to be blind?”
Carefully revealing the exteriors of its characters through their monotonous lives before shifting into an immensely bleak final act, Michael Haneke’s The Seventh Continent attentively plays with audience expectations as it’s sparse, seemingly pointless narrative moves into unsettling territory; sinking you in through its gradual pacing to make it’s ending harrowingly powerful. Often obscuring faces and holding on frames of black between scenes, the film builds a feeling of apathy reflecting its detached characters - uncomfortably imprinting their perspective in its meditation on middle class life and making the dark material feel numbly depressing rather than shocking or provocative. As expected from the director it’s unapologetically difficult and doesn’t make any attempt to explain itself; steadily absorbing you into its rhythm and leaving you incredibly disturbed.
"I tried to tell this story without giving any answers. I wanted to tell the facts of the story with flashbacks. I worked on it for six weeks and couldn't do it, because each flashback was an explanation. At a certain point, I realized that you can't tell it like this if you want to keep the frightful secret. And I decided to use a kind of protocol: three years, one day. We see what happens. And it's up to the viewer to find his own answers." - Michael Haneke
There.....That. This. That's how he does it. That's how he gets me every time. He read a story in the newspaper that inspired this movie, but it had too much…