Miracles do happen! Russell and Watkins' compositions POP, from the crowded orgies, to the perfectly off center placement of Redgrave's head amidst fearful symmetry, to those that track flights of wistful, theatrical fantasy, to the painterly court. Within seconds I was pretty sure this film could take me anywhere. de Certeau's "Possession at Loudun" is great supplemental reading.
Two millennia of guilt & fear, the greatest lie ever told. God's not real, not in the sense these people believed; rather, god is a flimsy excuse for the basest, most vile components of man. These devils aren't devils, they're the self-righteous, power-hungry church/state-complex. The horror in Russell's film is not genre but the horror of suffering people inflict unto one another. Also, crocodile swordfight. Amen.