I just can't get this movie out of my head. It's one of those where you need to feel rather than think.

You can - and I'm trying to be descriptive, not preachy - compare it to poetry or music, because the visuals and sound mix together to create a rhythm instead of focusing on having a strong narrative or plot.

There is something about this style that I love. Where you can lay down late at night and have a film running, another world and time taking place right next to you, and just fall asleep to it.

The atmosphere is so strong you can just have it running in the background, you know?

Anyone who hasn't seen this, you could possibly compare it to some Malick films or an element of Kubrick, or allow me to list off some adjectives: melancholic, poetic, soft, innocent, hypnotic, haunting

The elusive Víctor Erice creates a startling aesthetic to lull the viewer into a solemn mood wherein you become immediately accustomed to not just seeing events take place over the course, but to allow the film to just flow through you in whatever manner it pleases. A collapse of innocence, a comprehension of an unknown moral code and reflection told lyrically and beautifully through the eyes of children growing up without monsters under their bed. This didn't strike me as much on a second watch. You can't complain when you're meandering around something so harmonious but in my perplexity I have to drop this a star rating. A horrible thing but one I am all too apathetic about. It is what it is. Rewatching is a cruel mistress.

Do not underestimate the Spirit of the Beehive. The Bees have a colossal amount of Spirit and will sting your ass to fucking death if you fuck with them.

A single Bee is small, but many Bees are mighty.

Do not underestimate the Spirit of the Beehive. The Bees have a colossal amount of Spirit and will sting your ass to fucking death if you fuck with them.

A single Bee is small, but many Bees are mighty.

The elusive Víctor Erice creates a startling aesthetic to lull the viewer into a solemn mood wherein you become immediately accustomed to not just seeing events take place over the course, but to allow the film to just flow through you in whatever manner it pleases. A collapse of innocence, a comprehension of an unknown moral code and reflection told lyrically and beautifully through the eyes of children growing up without monsters under their bed. This didn't strike me as much on a second watch. You can't complain when you're meandering around something so harmonious but in my perplexity I have to drop this a star rating. A horrible thing but one I am all too apathetic about. It is what it is. Rewatching is a cruel mistress.

Saw this picture in a cold auditorium on a day I was not interested in taking a lyrical journey.

Photography is gorgeous, framing of young female characters is enchanting, and the overall coloring reminds me of Malick's later "Days of Heaven."

Seeing this picture with a better understanding of the historical context, cinema of this period and this country, as well as in a room that is well heated would all improve viewing conditions.

Some days I want to suspend disbelief and not be told anything. Other days I need a nice package. Watched this on the wrong day.

This films works very well without having to try to read into it all kinds of political subtext. It can simply function as a tale of two young sisters and the experiences they had over the course of a week or so after seeing the movie Frankenstein. Both of the little actresses do fine jobs.

A haunting, atmospheric, poetic, unique and beautifully composed debut feature from Victor Erice, featuring stunning and visually alluring cinematography, a compelling score and one of the finest child performances you are likely to see.

Skaista, poētiska mistērija par bērnību un tās šausmām - kādas nu kuram tās gadās.

I don't why this isn't more talked about, I think it's underrated even at #121 on TSPDT. Beautiful and poetic, with the best child acting I've ever seen.