Twilight (Szurkulet)

1) You are in a big, white room, cube-shaped, entirely made of white, in an unknown, ethereal realm, unvisited by man. Only white domains over that big, empty space. In the middle of the room, there is a white table holding an enormous, transparent bowl full of water. The…

Edgar Cochran ✝️🍋

dark and grim slow burner, a nightmarish fever dream of hopeless- and murkiness. astonishing in the way that it first takes its time - consisting of solely monochromatic b/w imagery and a beautifully enigmatic score - and then presents us with a deeply disturbing…

shookone

the cry of silence. there are ghosts in every pathways. holding onto us in the bitterness of the mire. scarcely leaving a trace of themselves in the spaces where they lurk. silver shadows, phantom-ike mortals inked in sin. the wind cried lamentation, before merging with…

rafid

One of (if not THE) most entrancing noir and thriller films out there. It’s almost the first thing that will come to mind the minute I say, “A murder/mystery film directed by Bela Tarr (the director was a Tarr collaborator).” Lingering shots where the camera sits there and…

Rafael "Mister Movie" Jovine

A shadowy monochromatic nightmare, the kind in which you are constantly reaching out for something that appears to be right in front of you, yet no matter how hard you try to catch it, you will never be able to grab hold; the chase for justice, for truth, for answers… it…

Jerry

Twilight (Szürkület) is probably the most obscure movie I’ve watched so far and it’s probably a movie you have never heard of before. What I can say about this Hungarian noir is that it’s so suffocatingly atmospheric it feels like watching the end of the world unfold in…

Edwin 🦦

My interest in György Fehér's crime drama Twilight came mostly as a result of its connections to fellow Hungarian director Bela Tarr. Cinematographer Miklós Gurbán worked on Werckmeister Harmonies, Fehér himself is listed as a producer on Satantango, and many of its cast…

Puffin

Terror as a spatial, temporal, logical apparition; its hispidulous visage unseen; its furfuraceuous composition unknown, with a countenance and framework resembling nothing certain, merely the propositions of monsters man has imagined before. A manifested paranoia. The mind…

Jerry

Interestingly, no one asks why both detectives touch the little girl's face (used as bait for a serial killer) in such an embarrassingly erotic way. D. even reaches into her mouth when he feeds her the chocolate the killer gave her, but H. also touches her too intimately,…

mcsil