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Michael HanekeOperatőr:
Anton PeschkeSzereplők:
Birgit Doll, Dieter Berner, Leni Tanzer, Udo Samel, Georg Friedrich, Elisabeth Rath, Silvia Fenz, Georges Kern, Robert Dietl, Meat Loaf (a. f.) (több)Tartalmak(1)
Easily one of the most provocative, oblique, and fascinating directors of contemporary European cinema, Michael Haneke's debut feature, The Seventh Continent, remains a masterpiece of existentialism and eerie violence. A married couple and their daughter go about their prosaic lives in a mechanical fashion; Haneke presents their lives as barely more than a series of rote mannerisms - even sex becomes a passive activity. On the surface, everything seems perfectly normal, but the film hints at a lurking malaise: the mother breaks, inexplicably, into tears as they drive through a carwash, the daughter feigns blindness at school, and then, suddenly, without warning, the family performs a drastic act of violence. (Kino Video)
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A hetedik kontinens és 71 töredék a véletlen kronológiájából pont az ellentéte annak, amiért gyerekként beleszerettem a filmekbe. Nulla vizuális poétika, történet fokozása vagy érzelmek. Nincsenek színek, sem tónusok. Csak egy mechanikus - bár intellektuálisan briliáns - filozofálás a világ csúfságáról vagy kifürkészhetetlenségéről, szándékosan statikus módon összerakott, néha kínzóan hosszú felvételekből. Szándékosan érzék nélkül összevágva, mert Haneke lázadó, és nem akarja manipulálni a nézőt azzal, ami a filmeket élvezhetővé (vágás) vagy érzelmileg hatásossá (zene) teszi.
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A precise vertical cut in one seemingly incomprehensible tragedy. Haneke composes with masterful abruptness sharp shards of long shots of mundaneness, which, for the most part evoke in the viewer an incomprehensible feeling of banality and a creeping distress, which is an omen of the third part. In it, Haneke carries out a frontal attack with image and sound and, from a hitherto unmotivated collage, he creates a surprising and brutal image of decay. His cold cynicism, professorial detachment, and rational arguments aimed at capturing the seemingly inexplicable show elements of refined sadism, with which the creator torments the viewer through hints and uncertainty. The hitherto vaguely suspected distress comes to a scathing climax, which reflects the immense creative discipline with which Haneke prepared the climax in its entirety. The Seventh Continent is a dark, cynical and misanthropic study of the despair that results from absolute prosperity and order. Michael Haneke's debut shows all the hallmarks of a well-thought-out and perfectly fulfilled method that cuts off fat deposits of clichés from reality, removes the facade of idyllic conception and lets bleed the irrational essence of human existence and the pandemic emptiness of "blissful" modern society.
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Great! I’ve always preferred more serious, profound and depressive films over the easygoing, jolly, shallow and positive ones, but this one was too much, even for me. I don’t know, I’m just unable and unwilling to fully accept what the film talks about. But it’s superbly made, no doubt about it.
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