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Maximillian 2022-03-22 09:02:44

Unique historical environment and care of life: From "The Whale Circus" to "Satan Tango", they are all based on a specific historical period in Hungary. On the eve of the drastic changes in Eastern Europe, the economy was overwhelmed, and the communist mythology presented political jokes and people's sufferings. The reform movement in Hungary is defined as a counter-revolution, the so-called illusion of Datong is nothing but the incarnation of the official lie, when Hungary went through the transition from communism to capitalism, the promise of a democratic government proved to be deceitful again and again, the unemployment rate rose sharply, the national debt reached an unbearable level. Whether the withered kibbutzim in "Satanic Tango", the two crooks deceiving villagers despairing of the future with a beautiful vision of communism, or the never-shown prince in "Whale Circus" calling for a riot against a rundown town, the context itself That is, it shows that the political vision cannot be realized. The two films begin by showing the closed nature of the communist environment. The residents in the closed atmosphere are ignorant and hope that new things can bring life to the old and decaying town/farm, but the residents do not know that they are also lies in the face of political promises. Victims, the new things breaking into the village put the otherwise hopeless people in a more confusing predicament, they don't think about their choices, they are a group of people who are extremely vulnerable to agitation and riots, once the liar promises a piece of beauty they never dreamed of Vision, immediately lost himself, and would rather continue to live in a numb, deceitful bleak situation. The whales are in the same situation as the people, living in the typical enclosed space of a truck box. Janos walks through the crowd to the back door of the truck, revealing a huge whale tail, and the cramped car can only see the darkness. North walked around the whale's body, and finally stopped and stared in front of the whale's hopeless eyes. After getting out of the carriage, Aguilan asked Janos about the prince's situation. When Janos told the shock of the whale's body Aguilan, who is unmoved by the latter, would rather focus on an unidentified prince who has never met, and is indifferent to the circumstances of his life (his own). Coincidentally, Istek in "Satan Tango", like a whale, symbolizes the faith of life. On the night Istek failed to ask for help and set foot in heaven, the villagers knew that the future would change greatly because of the imminent arrival of the liar. In the tavern on the rainy night Breaking the emotional barrier, throwing away one year's personal income to welcome Datong, enjoying the carnival and dancing the devil's dance steps, at the same time, Istek watched the villagers' carnival with despair in the rainy night outside the tavern window, and wandered alone. The doctor who fell ill on the icy road also completely rejected the only chance to save Istek, but he suddenly repented and finally fell ill in the woods. The destruction of Istek dealt a heavy blow to the people, and the villagers' dreams were mercilessly shattered. In the speech of Istek's funeral, the villagers stood in a row facing Istek's body, standing still, and the long shot that added to the sense of freezing very slowly passed through the faces with rigid mental appearances. The camera stopped at the close-up of the liar. He looked at the dead group portraits of the villagers, set the devil's trap, lamented the misfortune of Istek in a loving tone, imposed the suffering of the innocent on the burden of responsibility of the villagers, and then planned a grand The blueprint for a communist paradise where people can be united, guaranteed survival, and no more exploitation, where villagers have long been trapped in closed villages waiting to be destroyed, only to leave the village to believe in miracles that will never happen, without waking up to this. This kind of ignorant thinking is the root cause of the tragedy of Istek. Contemplative space and time torrent: There is no one person in the seven-minute first shot of "Satanic Tango", only bad weather, cracked walls, muddy ground, abandoned sheds and disorderly mating cattle , indicating that the ambient space is the protagonist of the film. Beratar once said that natural space is a very important role in "Satan Tango", so the endless rain, the boots soaked in the muddy road and the wasteland along the way only left despair and became an indispensable film Elemental, when the two liars who went to the village talked about the poor idiots who deceived each other in the collective farm, the wet and the wind that blew the dead leaves would be unbearable, breed more despair, and Istek believed that brother The lies about the cash cow, burying the accumulation and coins in the soil, trying to plant hope, the surrounding dead woods, the barren wasteland and the rainy night are like a spiritual journey that devours all hope, sowing the seeds for the destruction of the village. Bellatar tells a fable of destruction in an enclosed space. Istek's attic, the doctor's house, and the villager's tavern all exist as closed spaces. The mother who picked up the guest was kicked out of the house and rushed to the dirty attic. In the cold wind, she looked at the wasteland with old curtains and abused her only companion. Her cat has become the daily state of Istek. The doctor just sits by the window all day long, sticking to the closed space and recording everything indifferently. At the end, he realizes that the hope of the villagers comes from a lie, and uses wooden boards to seal the only one in the house. The window that forms the connection with the outside world, only people who hide in a small closed world can achieve their true self. The tavern is no exception. The villagers guess each other and gather in the tavern to wait for the liar. Under the catalysis of alcohol, they gradually break the silence and start dancing. , let go of the long-suppressed ego and break the barrier of indifference between people, even if they are waiting for the hopeless doomsday scene. The passage of time is irreversible, allowing human tragedy to repeat in a non-stop cycle. The sound of the bell becomes a very clear clue throughout the film. The man who commits adultery at the beginning wakes up from the sound of the bell in the morning, and with the sound of the bell, he overhears the plot to sell out the village. He had to stand still, and the rhythm of the clock sounded faintly like the desperation of doomsday. In the final chapter, the bell rang again, and the doctor went out to search for the source of the bell, but only found a dwarf who struck the church bell with harsh metal. In his ear, time watched everything slowly pass by, as if it were the death knell for the village.

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  • Irimiás: I am in a state of deep emotion. As you can imagine, I am totally confused. I am bewildered and shocked. Yet I must pull myself together. Though right now all I can say is that I share in this broken-hearted mother's misery. In a mother's never-ending mourning and sorrow. In the grief of losing the one who is dearest to our hearts. This tragic event weighs us all down with sadness. I don't think there's anyone who would disagree with me. And now the hardest thing is, in this sadness with our teeth clenched, to get our minds over the heartbreak, to defy our tears when our voices fail us. For, and I would like to call your attention to this, nothing can be more important than for us to reconstruct the shocking events which led to the terrible death of an innocent child... before the police start investigating. You'd better expect that the inspectors from town will try to make us primarily responsible for this awful event. Yes, my friends, they're going to blame us. Because, to be quite honest... with a little caution, care and attention, we could have prevented it. Just imagine this vulnerable creature wandering all night long in the pouring rain, at the mercy of the first passer-by, of the first tramp, of anybody. She was whipped by the wind all night, she fell easy prey to the elements. She must have been around here, wandering here all the time. She may have looked in through this window and saw that you were all drunk and dancing around. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to accuse anyone personally. I am not accusing the mother, who is never going to forgive herself for getting up too late in the morning of that awful day. I am not accusing the victim's brother, nor any other members of the family. So I am not accusing anyone. But let me ask you the question, aren't we all guilty? You will, of course, answer that we are innocent. But then, what do we call this poor child? The victim of the innocent? The martyr of the faultless? The slaughtered of the sinless? I'd rather call her innocent. I spent the night turning in my bed till I realised this. Not only do we not know how the tragic event happened, but we don't really even know what exactly happened. I am quite convinced that this event was fated to happen. Now you also seem to suspect that. It is not enough, however, to suspect something. Things are to be understood and said without delay. It had been quite clear for you before coming here, but you were too afraid to say that this yard was ruled by misfortune. You didn't dare talk about it. Now you may rightly suppose an irrevocable judgment is coming soon. You are slouching around in this decay, far away from everything that means life. Your plans come to nothing, your dreams, still blind, are shattered. You expect some miracle which will never come. But what kind of misfortune are you the victims of? Is it the crumbling plaster, the roofs without tiles, the crumbling walls, the sour taste our friend Futaki keeps talking about? Isn't it the shattered prospects, and broken dreams, that bend our knees and wear us numb? Don't be surprised that I speak harshly, but let us be honest. If you felt the yard was ruled by misfortune, why didn't you try to do something about it? You thought a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. But this is a coward's way. It is disgraceful and careless and it has serious consequences. This is called impotence, sinful impotence. This is weakness, sinful weakness. This is cowardice, sinful cowardice. Because, and bear this in mind, it's not just to others that we can do unforgivable things, but also to ourselves. And this, my friends, is even more serious. Yes, when you think about it, all kinds of vileness are sins against ourselves. And you know, my friends, if I think back and see you lying half-dead on the chairs and tables, on top of each other, dribbling, exhausted, my heart sinks and I cannot judge you, for I will never be able to forget this. From your panting, snoring and groaning, I heard your cry for help which I have to answer. We know each other well. I have been keeping my eyes wide-open for decades everywhere. I bitterly observe that, under the thick veil of trickery and deception, nothing has changed. Misery has remained misery. The two extra spoonfuls of food we can have only makes the air thinner in front of our mouths. But I realised what I have done so far is nothing. A much deeper solution is needed. So, using the opportunity, I decided... to get some people together and set up a model farm, which will ensure a stable living, and bind this tiny group of the dispossessed together. I am creating an island where no one is powerless, where everyone will live in peace, and will feel safe as human beings. That is why I left for the manor in Almás. The main building is in good condition, the rental agreement is a simple matter. There's just one problem... no use in trying to keep it a secret from you... the money. Without a penny, the whole thing is dead. Capital is needed for production, but this is a bit complicated. There's no point in going into details. And you'll understand that the circumstances of our meeting made me feel uncertain, whether you would be able to do it. Whether you would be able to offer the little money, the result of your extra hard work and much hardship, to hand over for a hasty idea. Think about it. Calm your thoughts. Do not decide straight away. But if fate decides that from now on we stay together, inseparable, do remember the price that has been paid. Do not forget the child... who may have had to perish for the very reason so our star could finally rise. Who knows, my friends? All we know for certain is... that life is very hard on us.