This is just delightful. It takes a deft hand to produce folk horror without anything overtly supernatural, and Robin Redbreast manages it. It’s just old ways vs. modernism, Easter vs. Christmas, and plenty of dark hints. I’ve got to stop assuming Scarfolk is a parody.

I really enjoyed the political subtext, which I won’t spoil. The movie wears its sympathies on its sleeve and it’s far franker than I might have expected. Although given Penda’s Fen perhaps I should have expected exactly this.