This is one of those strange moments when a rather beloved film just didn't do it for me and I'd imagine if not for the ending and certain metaphors surrounding the cats most people would feel the same. I didn't care about Llewyn Davis one bit and found him immensely grating in a way that didn't challenge anything. He was a guy down on his luck using everyone around him and not really trying that hard. He complains and wallows and hurts people, all while expecting things to just happen for him. This characterization essentially strips the film of any ability to make me feel anything.
The Witch is the debut feature film from writer/director Robert Eggers. It is difficult to understand how a filmmaker made The Witch as their debut. It is incredibly smart, and intricately woven. Initially, the most striking part of this film is the dialogue written within its period of 1630. But right away a sense of slow creeping dread and religious hysteria sets in.
Despite its ambiguity and subtly the film felt as if it was constantly growing and changing shape.…