Snow melted to reveal everything is brown & dead underneath, the honking sound of geese signaling the end of winter, it’s perfectly captured here, a fraction of the worst seasonal transition, beautiful pink skies as the sun rises & sets, the sound of tires rolling over scarcely travelled gravel, motors turning over, the hum of electricity, the low growling of thunder, birds chirping cutting through wind, a train in the distance.
Let's get this out of the way, The Witch is a horror film, you can put it in all of your other subcategories but, at its very core--it's a genre film whether you feel comfortable with the classification or not.
This film covers the horrors of colonialism, emigration, religious conviction, starvation, witch trials, patriarchy, puberty, loss, and if methodically exposing each of these very horrifying real life tribulations isn't terrifying and alarming enough, there's a god damn witch and evil…
After having over a meter (3 feet for my fellow Americans) of snow fall on us in just a few days, the isolated and trapped feeling gave us great cause to want to watch the ultimate cabin fever-in the depth of winter film. Regardless of how many times one has seen The Shining, it never loses that overwhelming sense of dread.
As soon as Jack Torrance is in frame, that uneasy feeling takes over. I feel as though I wish…