What a strange, gloomy sleepwalk. A man gently, affectionately berates a sulking, demonic bed while curled up behind a painting. A young girl quietly narrates her reasonless and ever-present insecurities. A lovers' eyes, sweet autumn apples, sighing just-under-the-skin dissatisfaction, and a solemn ghost-bed slipped free of time, waiting in the woods to swallow it all.
Tense and potent as baby stew. I appreciate how the Satanic forces in this film are a catalyst for unveiling the violence and hatred Christianity (particularly Puritanical Christianity) is designed to both disguise and foster.
I'm confused how The Witch earned the controversy of being "pro-Salem witch trials." If anything, the message struck me as pro-Satanic. It's a great exploration—even celebration—of why witchcraft might appeal to any woman living under these conditions.
It remains sympathetic to Thomasin for its…
I believe I found this on someone's horror film list somewhere, so I was expecting spiritual torment from a child's eye view. The summary—which is accurate—combined with that ominous poster, certainly suggest something sinister. To my surprise, though, this film is produced with a touch as light and pink as cotton candy. The feminine pastels remind me of Barbara Loden's Wanda or Sofia Coppola's best visuals in Virgin Suicides and Marie Antoinette.
The theme is more female-centric than demon-dwelling, focusing…