The sequencing and pacing of the film are done magnifically, plus the one-room setting is always opressing. Hopkins did a great job, I see now why he got the Oscar.
The music score is beautiful and upsetting, with taints of dread and melancholy. November is impregnated with that transposition of sound throughout. The occult and the romantic bound together in a black and white bundle. I felt more sadness than horror and the kratt themselves are also witty and strange machinations that will remain within my thoughts forever. Loved the film, even if the version I watched was overdubbed by some Russian dude (man, why is that even a thing?!).
This is one of those films that you will not forget due to its weirdness (but in a good sense). The filming is quite good tbh, a lot of references to old cinema are used well and blend in with the contemporary. The only thing is the whole film has that feeling where you leave wondering about what you just saw and if any of that made sense (which is, well, not necessary but in this case, makes the plot seem... amiss).