A movie about community*

“Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard a maid sing in the valley below; ‘O don’t deceive me, O never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?”

– Early one morning, via

A sort of Wicker Man visits Mon oncle, this painting of an old England is. Painter filmmaker David Gladwell's impressionist work takes us to a small Suffolk community that, like all other communities, is both frozen in time and unable to escape its progression. The churchyard's caretaker, amongst the living and the dead, watches, works, and knows.

 

* the Bales 2025 Film Challenge for November is, again, not date-based, but follows a sloppy schmaltzy all-American Thanksgiving-y narrative. Trying to make it work my way.