Béla Tarr’s seven-and-a-half-hour opus of melancholia was hailed as one of the most important films of the 1990s—and as a definitive statement on the end of communism, an interim report on the state of humanity, and a prayer call for a society on the edge of collapse. The members of a rural farm collective struggle through their days with a series of failed hopes, unsuccessful relationships, and all-too-successful drinking binges, often helplessly sharing screen time (and importance) with the various dog packs, cow herds, and cats that wander through the rain-drenched landscape. The film is divided into twelve chapters, and each episode, through its camerawork and score, mimics the hypnotic languor of a tango: a slow step forward, a slow step back, then repeated, merging image and sound into a visual chant. Tarr’s mesmerizing re-creation of an entire world—complete with all of the world’s poetry, despair, horror, and humor (even amid the ennui, Sátántangó certainly boasts a gallows flair for the comedic)—makes it not so much a film as a place to visit, or stay. The 35mm print was struck from the original camera negative.