In "Satanic Tango" There is Tension between Films

Thaddeus 2022-07-21 20:50:46

Rancière proposes that there is a tension between film and literature in Satanic Tango: "Bella Tarr constructs a visual scene that will survive a situation from a looping narrative (which tends to pull these scenarios together) with great power." But at the same time, this visual scene also breaks the narrative cycle because it translates the potency of these scenarios into many straight lines, pursuing shadowy, positive lines of escape. This straight, circular narrative completes its nihilistic logical chain.

Undoubtedly, the circular narrative in the original Satanic Tango symbolizes the repetitive movement of history and the disillusionment of social ideals, but Bella Tarr's film presents two opposing but complementary movement structures: in a claustrophobic space, and escape along a straight line.

The circling movement here can be understood as a hopeless quagmire of life, where farmers on collective farms form a circle in a tavern and dance numbly to the accordion. They are the spiders in the tavern, playing tricks and cheating each other over the money division. The relationship between them is woven into a web, everyone collides with everyone, and all selfish actions will eventually backfire on themselves. But Estike's suicide opened the web.

Rancière writes that Estike is a fool, but her stupidity is not reflected in mental retardation but in a combination of two qualities: the ability to fully accept the environment and the ability to completely reject it. She completely believed her brother's words and killed her cat according to the winner theory, and then killed herself after finding out she had been tricked. In Bella Tal's world, the structure of these two qualities is also manifested as "the inertia of things" and "the failure of inertia," the existence of the latter creating an obsession with an idea or a dream. Here, the "inertia of things" refers to the claustrophobic movement in circles, and the "failure of inertia" is the act of escape, presented as Estike's figure marching in a straight line toward death.

But Bella Tarr is not concerned with the end of death, because there is no end to death or the disillusionment of dreams, and disasters are endless. Estike's suicide leads to another escape and the beginning of another new lie. The scammer Irimiás offers farmers a promise to build new collective farms together. A new line of escape emerged, and the peasants began to evacuate, only to fall into another trap. The power of Bella Tal's long shots comes from this tension between movement and stagnation, circulation and escape. He is concerned with the pose of the characters in the environment, what they are looking at, listening to, and doing. How they spin around in life (totally accepting circumstances), and how foolishly they believe promises given by others, and go head-to-head toward vain dreams (totally rejecting circumstances).

"The combination of these two stupidities is the very essence of the existence of the image, which is entirely established in a gaze, a gesture, a gait, and then completely erased." The film is built on this tension between life and death inherent in the image itself: photography freezes real time and space into a dead afterimage, and then the cyclic motion of the film machine resurrects the dead. The body is no longer what it was. "That's the virtue of the image, to bring the body back into motion, to change the influence of the environment, to put the body on a trajectory that disrupts the circular motion."

Cinema is such an art that in the illusion of movement we rediscover the meaning of our existence, even if only the unknown or nothingness awaits. What Bella Tarr cares about is "situation and movement", because only by constructing the movement of the body in space and time can there be the production of emotions that accompany it, and the two movements that accompany it—circling and escaping—the resulting emotional adjustment. In Bella Tarr's films, the influence of the external environment on people is recorded by a realistic mise-en-scene that is completely faithful to the environment, but more importantly, how people fight against the "inertial law of rain and suffering", how they reject exposure to the environment, and how they re-establish their bodies from the act of escaping.

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Satantango quotes

  • Horgos Sanyi: You've never seen fog before or what?

  • 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.