Like most of Ben Wheatley's pictures, "A Field In England" won't appeal to everybody. But if you are prepared to fully abandon yourself to a trippy exceptional experience about the individual power relationships in the England Civil War, you're in for a ride. The image is superb, the actors are great, the music is top-notch and Wheatley is at his best. Not for everybody, but I hope you'll be part of the happy few.
No. I can't say it. I can already here the screams of a million film nerds.
Ah, fuck it. It's my opinion after all.
This is the closest thing that our generation has to 2001: A Space Odyssey.
Oblique and mesmerising.
Some nice atmospheric filmmaking while having some dark British humor and a huge mind-warping last half-hour there. It's not bad at all, but "it is what it is" - something like a British like of Aleksei German.
"Open up and let the devil in" Wheatley delivers his best yet with this quite extraordinary tale set in 17th century England. Bizarre and often oft-putting this fascinating tale offers a strange parable of religion and alchemy singularly set in a field. The b&w cinematography is gorgeous (film wouldn't have worked in colour) but it's the scripting by Amy Jump that deserves the accolades along with Wheatley's vision.
Ben Wheatley, whose meagerness for meaning and content and taste for Nietzschean brutality shaped his unholy debut Kill List into a moral antichrist two years ago, finds himself fully embracing his artistic vision, leaving aside all trace of pretentiousness and, helped by cowriter Amy Jump, creates his most interesting and entertaining feature to date, terrifying and lovely in equal measure, the good intentions abide