Inviolate...

Rating: 10/10 (4 June 2016)

Perfect subtleness heaped upon thrill after thrill surging into a thematic climax for the Ages! This truly is singly the way one composes a great work of art, not the only way, but feted surely to enter into the annals of History, may the Royal Society pay heed for the best is yet to come from this fantastic gentleman and fine scholar: Robert Eggers.
By giving us more than the wonder that lies far beyond the mere meager middling minds and souls of the average creative, Roger extracts from the vast quarry of the vast beyond, giving us not everything, for how can one know such things, but by digging and never stopping, until he extracts just enough, a fine and lustrous rare seminal diamond akin to one of the greatest films which surely must stand the test of time.
This is exactly how one moves the protagonist about a rich and robust plot disporting through a prevalent terror yet using the directing as a sort of spectral narrative in whose fiendish features, mobilize and galvanize the garrison for an all out assault on both phenomena and phenomenal classic reality. This is exactly how one wants to incorporate multi courses of ancillary characters whose affecting dialogue and multi-tiered peregrinations teeming with the style and wit of feeling from a seething stew over a hot steamy fire, perhaps a Witches stew, making everything start! And this is how you want to bolster a precious universal undercurrent whilst the classical prose like narrative, by one whose sophisticated sensitive nature of the most supremely intelligent persuasions brings it all together in an influx of manifold rhapsodical titular thematic explosion feted in supreme meritorious value; Pathos! This guy is a diamond in a sea of sinking wanna-bes', Who dare say, they cannot wait with bated breath for his next masterful work of art, and I want to stress the word artist, for 'The Witch' is a triumphant feat in the realm of classic works, a true opus! Truly loving it! Every dang second of it! Forever! "Clickety Clackety!"
Will it have the lasting power, the answer is already in the past, Yes, for it has already met its long term goal, and so, justly all its short term goals fall right into place. In the now, it has awaken a complex system of outward signs yet masked as dowdy gewgaws, but inside a strange transmutation has given rise to a deeper understanding of those opaque things which dance with the cold gusts of hot importunate winds by our casements and lure us with fantastic shapes and forms into concupiscent realms of sepulchral fancy.
It is compact yet eerily spacious. It has more than enough to make us ponder, then later reflect. Perhaps in the offing, posterity might hark-back and use this masterpiece to add the missing piece to the plight of our human puzzle, to effect change from the paternal quagmire our forefathers were presented with, dispatch with the hoax and forthwith call to the arms of science with a dash of the savage thusly spare us more wasted time, whereupon we are henceforth cast out of the darkest of centuries and hurled headlong into a polar contra-distinction so incredible, so fantastic, so irreprehensibly, inextricably sound it will make the nonce but a sad and petty prospect whose superstitious tenets bring only more discord and disharmony as a unified humane whole, with which to disobey would but surely shake the very foundation of sanity; conversely, we would all brainlessly stumble forth and crumble such to revert back to genuflecting at another more pernicious, more malicious tabernacle. Wake up, Heed the message festooned by 'The Witch's Jeremiad, let us step out of the penumbras of redundant turgid superstition which hitherto fells opportunity, and forthwith! Aye! give reason, science, logic and the arts the light for a new age! Lest one sits about in idle fancy, For 'idle hands are the devil's workshop'. So I say pray, beware of the witch and her resonating superstitions which rend and sunder all in her terrible wake borne on the wings by the lashing winds that echo her maddening prophecy in the night by and by, Alas! Do we want our children gamboling about half mad from fright mingled with confusion at the endless traceless nursery rhymes? 'I be not Mercy, I be the witch of the woods, and I come to steal ye', hear me stick a-flyin' through the trees, clickety clackety, clickety ... God Bless the children of the beast!