"While the film may not ultimately be for everyone, it is an undeniably unique cinematic experience that feels authentically archaic in its superstitions, yet modern in its grim implications about oppression, misogyny, and the bitter fruits borne of distrust." - Den of Geek. To this, I would specify "religious zeal" as the specific forms of oppression and misogyny.
All the subtlety and feminist goodies were tossed out the window for that silly finale. What I learned: men are bastards, children are annoying af, women who defy societal norms are called witches, but then (spoiler alert) become witches because we all really needed that naked hippie fire dance. I just wish she sang "Defying Gravity" from Wicked as she soared into the trees.
I’m conflicted by this film. On one hand, I know that a tremendous amount of time and detail must have gone into making it. On the other, the material is so dense that without delving deep into it extensively, there isn’t anything for me. I want to say this is a great film just not one I can enjoy.
Il milionesimo tentativo fallito di dare ad una storia di stregoneria uno spessore narrativo sorprendente ed importante. La strega vive nel bosco, può trasformarsi in una seduttrice, agisce di notte e colpisce prima i bambini che gli adulti, ma, oltre a queste banalità, viene gettato nel pentolone un patto col diavolo, il quale ha le sembianze di, indovinate, un caprone. Nero. Passabile solo a livello tecnico.