Two engineers surveying for windmills disappear into the forest and find that the land has a memory...
I've been trying to figure out how to write this film up. The trick is to try and express what the physical experience of the film is with words. I say that because the viewing experience is very visceral with the emotion coming from the silences, the physical performances, the framing of the images and the landscape. The emotion of what you feel is not so much what happens but how all the pieces frame what happens and how they affect you inside.
This is a film you need to both go with (it builds in its own time) and you need to see this preferably in a darkened room with no distractions (turn your phone off). You need to give yourself over to the film and let it wash over you in waves. Its starts lapping at you toes because the set up of people lost in the wilderness seems familiar but the film quickly turns and turns again and the waves of dread wash over you.
This is of the low key folk horror films that gets under you skin and leaves you bothered for days. I dare not say more lest I ruin it.
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