In the opening scene of Werckmeister Harmonies, Janos explains the nature of an eclipse to a group of men in a bar. He begins scientifically, charting out the motions of the heavenly bodies. As the men's movements turn into an ethereal dance, János ventures into the poetically biblical "And then ... complete silence. Everything that lives is still. Are the hills going to march off? Will heaven fall upon us?"
Horror of the Absurd
I prefer absurd horror. Naturalism and magical realism take all the fun out of it. I don't want to take out the DVD and know that if I simply avoid this particular campsite or houses built on ancient Indian burial grounds, I'll be safe. I don't want to know about the troubled childhood of the ghost or the serial killer. The true horrors are in the unknown, and more so, in the unknowable.