Rain. Mud. Decay. Death. Violence. Lust. Spiders. Rat poison. Deception. Dark atmosphere, drunken people living in their own miserable nightmare. Shifting perspectives. Sometimes confusing. Then focussed. Sometimes funny. Then deeply existential. Poetic, sure! There is something strange and magical with Bela Tarr movies. Another journey into Bela Tarr's filmography, and I absolutely loved it.

People like to think of themselves as points moving through time. But I think it's probably the opposite. We're stationary, and time passes through us, blowing like cold wind, stealing our heat, leaving us chapped and frozen. I don't know, dead.
I feel like I was that wind tonight. Blowing through Jake's parents. Seeing them as they were, seeing them as they will be. Seeing them after they're gone. When only I'm left. Only the wind.
I'm thinking of ending things (2020)

Same devastating vibe that "I'm thinking of ending things" gives.

This experience is like nothing I've ever seen, and one of, if not the most beautiful experience I've ever had. There's no words to describe what I'm feeling at the moment.