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"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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Tuesday, July 29, 2025

71 Fragments of a Chronology of Chance (Michael Haneke, 1994)

Lukas Miko in 71 Fragments of a Chronology of Chance

Cast: Gabriel Cosmin Urdes, Lukas Miko, Otto Grünmandl, Anne Bennent, Udo Samel, Branko Samarovski, Claudia Martini, Georg Friedrich, Alexander Pschill, Klaus Händl, Corina Eder, Dorothee Hartinger, Patricia Hirschbiegler, Barbara Nothegger. Screenplay: Michael Haneke. Cinematography: Christian Berger. Production design: Christoph Kanter. Film editing: Marie Homolkova. 

Is there a connection between individual violence and the collective violence of war? That seems to be the underlying question in Michael Haneke's 71 Fragments of a Chronology of Chance, the third film in a trilogy about what the media call "senseless violence" that also contains The Seventh Continent (1989) and Benny's Video (1992). I think it's the best of the three because it avoids the element of melodrama that tinges the other two. In its fragmentary way, it follows the lives of several people in Vienna in the days leading up to what appears to be a too familiar act of random violence: a man firing a gun into a crowd of people in the lobby of a bank and then shooting himself. Intercut with these glimpses into their ill-fated lives are TV news reports about deadly conflicts in other places, including Somalia, Northern Ireland, and Bosnia. Haneke handles it all with his usual cold distancing, only occasionally yielding to flourishes of technique, as in an extended take that consists only of a young man named Max (Lukas Miko) repeatedly batting back Ping-Pong balls fired at him by a machine. That scene goes on so long that I for one kept wanting it to end, and felt relief when it did, which is exactly the effect Haneke wants to have on the viewer's nerves and patience. 


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