The Turin Horse

When the Lights Go Out

Bob Schofield·

Issue 12: The End of the World

Seeing Béla Tarr’s The Turin Horse, nearly twenty years later, feels like such a gut punch to the little boy still hiding inside me, all that magic light pouring from his eyes.

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