
1994 · Béla Tarr
How Satantango has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Barely anyone could actually see it in 1994 — a 7-plus-hour Hungarian film that screened at a handful of festivals and cinematheques — so its reputation spread almost entirely by word of mouth and legend. Three decades on it's a fixture of greatest-films polls, and the 2019 4K restoration finally let people watch the myth for themselves.
The perennial fight is whether sitting through all seven-plus hours is a transcendent experience or an endurance-test badge of honour — is the runtime the point, or the barrier?
Susan Sontag's blurb became the film's calling card: enthralling for every minute, and she'd be glad to see it every year for the rest of her life. On Letterboxd, logging Sátántangó is its own genre of review — the runtime jokes, the intermission strategies, the 'I did it' posts.
It's the cinephile rite of passage — the slow-cinema Everest that people plan a whole day around, and the 'have you actually seen it?' litmus test.