Enys Men (2022)

 "Trim your feeble lamp, my sister!"

I'm only 25% Cornish, I've never listened to an album by Gwenno, and I've only actually visited said great country once, but you know what they say: ottuma ugens mil gernow a vynn godhvos a reson.

Aren't online translation thingies great? Anyway...

This is an extraordinary, unique, and very Cornish film, which uses incredible cinematography and the uniqueness of the Cornish landscape to create a mood. It's at once increasingly unsettling as the run time moves on and visually poetic to its core. It's both arty and horror. Think The Wicker Man crossed with Un Chien Andalou, but with more lighthouses, chapels and ghostly tin miners. 

The narrative is, and this is the whole point, far from linear. The film consists entirely of Mary, a botanist, alone on the island to study some rare flowers, and we follow her routine with its subtle little variations. There are ghosts, yes, but what sort of ghosts? Do they belong to the island or to her psyche? It's nice to see a creepy turn as a preacher by the great character actor John Woodvine, still charismatic at ninety-two.

The film is slow, despite not being overly long, but the slowness is the point. Everything is a visual metaphor, and the visual metaphors are the narrative. There's probably little more than a hundred words of dialogue, and some of them are in Cornish. It's a film I'd recommend to fans of thoughtful, artistic horror. But if you enjoy this sort of thing, and having to concentrate, this is one of the finest films I've yet seen from this decade, and certainly the best directed.