The Turin Horse (15) - Reviews - Films - The Independent Brilliantly shot in black and white by Fred Kelemen, Bela Tarr's latest feature (possibly his final one if his own proclamations are to be trusted) is set in a rundown farmhouse in some post-apocalyptic wilderness. The wind is always howling, elegiac music is heard on the soundtrack, but dialogue is spare to non-existent. The characters are a father and daughter who seem to have strayed out of a Samuel Beckett play. They spend their days trying to get their recalcitrant horse to move and inching closer to despair. The Hungarian auteur's gnomic, slow-moving storytelling style and grim absurdism demand patience but the formal mastery here is astounding.