ConnerRWood’s review published on Letterboxd:
Béla Tarr's films are on another plane of existence, one that is extremely bleak and unforgiving. You can never pinpoint the time or setting, walking a fine line between past and future. It's even more cloudy with Sátántangó. The film is always somewhat progressing, until it reverts to another perspective of an earlier event, repeatedly trapping us in this foggy middle state. The cinematography is unparalleled here. Certain shots are still in my memory after sleeping on the film. I love how Béla sometimes has us slowly drift into total darkness. The atmosphere in his work is totally remarkable. There was never a moment where I wasn't captivated.
For whom the bell tolls.