Angel's Egg

This will be one of the shortest reviews I’ve ever posted on here, but Angel’s Egg left me in a strange calm where I kept searching for meaning or understanding but kept finding only more perplexity. The film moves with a reflective certainty that pulls me in even when I cannot completely comprehend what I see. The imagery is symbolic, the use of silence deliberate and unbelievably heartbreaking, but the few spoken lines feel chosen with so much intention. I kept thinking about Tarkovsky and his attention to water and nature. I kept thinking about Tarr and the way rain can fill a frame until it feels heavy in the body. The film carries that same patience and that same devotion to mood, and I like the reassurance that understanding does not need to rush. There is something here that I cannot fully grasp yet I still trust. I plan to watch it again in the cinema and have a longer sit with it, as I feel a pull toward it that tells me it may become a defining film for me. Sometimes a film opens slowly and asks for return rather than conclusion, and Angel’s Egg feels like that kind of work. The final ten minutes is a complete spiritual experience and a reminder of what cinema can do when it refuses to simplify. This experience will stay with me and feels like one of the most thought provoking encounters I have had with a piece of art. 90 Story & Pacing: 14/20 Characters & Acting: 16/20 Themes: 49/50 Cinematography & Editing: 5/5 Soundtrack & Sound: 5/5 Memorability: 1/1