The shadows of screams climb beyond the hills. It has happened before. But this will be the last time. The last few sense it, withdrawing deep into the forest. They cry out into the black, as the shadows pass away, into the ground.
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I'm wary of lumbering Scott Barley with superlatives, but when I was thinking Beethoven, Sibelius, Friedrich and Tarkovsky it's because in an avant-garde contemplative film we have a deep brooding romanticism that touches the sublime; it's a magnificent achievement that works on many levels, a major breakthrough for not only the young director but contemporary cinema too.
Immersive, sublime experience. Ideally should be seen projected in a darkened theater, because literally half the film is total darkness. No narrative and no dialogue, only a foreboding opening text that is ultimately the only 'context' provided to the viewer. It's clear that we're not following a 'story' but entering into an elemental, primordial space.
This film is incredible. A sweet, and at time somber, meditation on the night. Any fans of contemporary contemplative cinema should give this one a view. Barley is a talent, and I expect him to have a great and expansive career. 5 stars from me.
Wow! Many filmmakers make use of light & variation in light, but this is masterful use of darkness and absence of 'image'. Whilst the first hour is quite still and reminds me of still photography such as Ken Rosenthal or some of SJ Ramir's video works, the final third is one of the greatest atmospheric experiences I've ever had from sound or image - gave me tingles, feeling like I was naked pummeled into oblivion.
Scott's word of advice to not think too much [about it] was admittedly hard or impossible to follow. Seconds into this work I was galloping with anxiety, face-to-face with that monolith of thunderous stationarity. It's loud,it's still, and at the same time it's teeming with real or perceived activity, in mutation,and that waterfall is as quickly a miasma of rising vapor or the gaping maws of an ethereal dragon[cont.]