Critics reviews

Despite its under-interrogated premise, You Won’t Be Alone is an intriguing, unsettling feature debut with an incisive bite—a strength that the filmmaker will surely sharpen over time.

You Won’t Be Alone is quite stunning, but Stolevski takes his time to get there, which creates a fragmented pace that is painfully slow at the front of the film.

[A] shocking and gradually deepening [feature] debut... You Won’t Be Alone” announces the arrival of a fierce new genre talent, an inventive stylist and an unapologetic interrogator of mankind with something worthwhile to say.

“You Won’t Be Alone” enchants in its novel perspective and in its sharp-shifting protagonist’s unquenchable curiosity. The witch, once so set in stereotype, has never felt so enthrallingly elastic.

There are moments when you want to look away from “You Won’t Be Alone,” but it’s so wildly compelling, in performance, writing and score, that one cannot. It feels like something unearthed from another time, an ancient relic that is utterly modern in its craft and in the truths it tells about the world.

The ravishing, wildly original [You Won't Be Alone] moves so hypnotically between dream and nightmare, horror and fairy tale that, once bound by its spell, you won’t want to be freed.

The ravishing, wildly original [You Won't Be Alone] moves so hypnotically between dream and nightmare, horror and fairy tale that, once bound by its spell, you won’t want to be freed.

Stolevski ably balances art-house and horror tones to a degree that fans of both will appreciate, but like the film’s pointedly empathetic point of view, his emphasis on each helps fans of one style understand and appreciate the other.

It's either the loveliest movie about witches you've ever seen or the goriest one Terrence Malick never made, but either way, You Won't Be Alone, as unclassifiable as it is, will take up haunted residence in your head.

Blending the ontological musings and transcendentalism of Terrence Malick’s cinema with visceral body horror, the film is as disconcerting as it is spellbinding in its contemplation of the nature of gender, identity, and existence itself.

Stolevski does not seem interested enough in truly setting his work apart from the work that preceded it. Wearing influences heavily on its sleeve, this is a gorgeous, empathetic feature debut too reliant on what has paved the way for its existence.

In “You Won’t Be Alone,” Stolevski aims for a life-affirming treatise on the poetics of human existence but strains to be more than a pretty copy of his well-known influences.