I went to a theatrical screening of Bela Tarr's "Werckmeister Harmonies" last night. I was pretty excited for it, mostly because a close friend with impeccable taste has been hyping it to me for about two years. And just generally, I've been in the mood for apocalyptic Eastern European weirdness lately, so I figured this would really scratch my itch.
Unfortunately, I unwisely put myself into an, er, altered state before the screening, and the result turned out to be a super-intense, disorienting, horrifying nightmare. Which I guess is what Bela Tarr was going for with that one, but still, mmmaybe not the smartest thing I've ever done. What little of it I can remember that I don't think was purely in my mind seems pretty interesting, though. I'll have to rent it soon and watch it with nothing stronger than herbal tea in my system.
So I guess the point of all this is: kids, make sure to keep it straight edge when you're dealing with ultra-minimalist, apocalyptic, Eastern Bloc dread-fests. I'm going to try to go see "Fantastic Mr Fox" this week - hopefully that can undo most of the lingering psychic damage.