Un véritable film "ovni" comme on n’en voit guère qu’une fois par décennie (et encore) marqué par au moins deux incroyables séquences époustouflantes de réalisme et de folie qui donnent à cette oeuvre immense, incroyable, tératologique, une éternité indiscutable, indiscutée dans la nécessaire radicalité cinématographique trop souvent absente de l'ensemble de nos écrans blêmes, cafardeux et timorés. www.cinefiches.com
and here i thought nothing would make me feel as nauseated as when i first saw the slaughterhouse scene in In A Year With Thirteen Moons... but this is way worse. a calf is cut in pieces while still inside the cow's womb, reindeer are slaughtered in cold blood, a dog is kicked, a hare is clubbed... at one point i had to stop watching, the nausea was overwhelming...
Some dreams you carry unsuspectingly. They stay concealed like haemophilia genes, nape tattoos or postcards with the blank side flipped to you. You spot them somewhere and startle at the precise conjecture: “Look! I’ve always been there!”. The reddish landscape in the film, with Flemish painting background mist and man gently abridged in its far-reaching crimson iris, like pupils in a sun-dazed eye, felt this way. A
Mollberg made a very compassionate and raw film. Reminiscent of Imamura in its social anthropological approach. We are introduced to the village and how the community heavily indulges in earthly sins. never restraining themselves from an sudden impulse: it doesn't matter if its sex, rape, murder, or the slaughtering of animals. In the country side, life is rural and true to mother earth. A beautiful and gritty film.