you know what they say about leftists
they like feces, blood and urine in art
"Charlie don't surf!"
- Lieutenant Colonel Bill Kilgore
"... and we think he should / Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good / Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma / Charlie's gonna be a napalm star"
- The Clash
I really haven't got much to say about this film, more than that I'm more convinced now than ever that (after yet another rewatch) this is an anti-imperialist statement, it's an escapist drama about alienated loners…
Seven hours in a rainy, godforsaken and apocalyptic landscape; structured like a tango (six steps forward, six steps backwards), and the film's title sure tells everything about the ominous mood in this metaphorical dance.
Sátántangó's mephistophelian universe is depicted with objective eyes (whether it's idle pleasures, animal cruelty, adultery or suicide), where all events and expressions of emotion appear to be pervaded by a nihilistic sense of meaninglessness. The fact that the film is (to some extent) about the pursuit…