Friendship ended with Black Phillip, Now Bible-crushing plague pig is my best friend.

Bonkers bizarro monochromatic folk horror, filled with style and a whole lot of wtf head tilting moments. I’d say more but this is better just going in blind. Those Estonians know how to party.

Go in thinking you’re about to have an austere Estonian horror experience, end up with one of the most immersive, elegiac, bawdy, silly, beautiful, romantic folkloric fantasy films we’ve seen in ages.

The world-building in this is absolutely wonderful, utilizing Medieval storytelling logic in a way that made me sort of swoon at times.

It works as poetry without ever being arduous, it’s not afraid to be goofy one minute and heartfelt the next, it treats its magical elements with great sincerity, and most of all, it feels completely like the very thing it seeks to be, a fairy tale, both affecting and gleefully absurd.

65

A ghostly netherworld caught between the life and death of a painful reality. Starts out with one of the wildest openings you'll ever see in a movie. The rest is pretty good too.

A haunting, cold tale with an enormous amount of surprising elements. Beautiful imagery, hysterical scenes and dialogues, disturbing, ugly lives and death. A true work of art where every shot is like a gorgeous painting.

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I wanted to love this so badly. Everything seemed perfectly tailored to my tastes: Folky horror vibes, stark black and white, funny quirks in the midst of a depressing setting, a teenage love story at the center of associatively blossoming fairytale short stories, connected by something like dream-logic, the whole thing reminiscent of a collection of fairytales from Tadjikistan that I used to read as a child - How could this NOT become my new favorite film immediately?
To put it simply - By being boring.
It pains me to admit this, but "November" bored and annoyed me after a while, never drew me back in and had lost me completely by the end. The whole thing just seemed way too random to hold my interest. Sad!

Curiosity killed the Kratt. The plague killed the rest.

Beautiful, almost deceptively so. While its scant and somewhat unfocused plotting held it back from being great, November is prepossessingly beguiling with its chilly mythos, expressionistic panoply and shrouded, mysterial aura, even if it failed to pack the emotional punch I had hoped it would. I think I may more mileage out of this upon subsequent viewings—I almost gave it a 7 for the tenebrous splendor of its aesthetic and folkloric sensibilities alone, but decided to hold it at 6 for the time being. Perhaps the next best thing I can say about this one—apart from how visually striking it is—is that it makes me wanna watch Marketa Lazarová again soon; definitely the “big brother” to this movie and if you dug this you should definitely check it out.