Synopsis
A wildlife volunteer on an uninhabited island off the British coast descends into a terrifying madness that challenges her grip on reality and pushes her into a living nightmare.
2022 Directed by Mark Jenkin
A wildlife volunteer on an uninhabited island off the British coast descends into a terrifying madness that challenges her grip on reality and pushes her into a living nightmare.
Stone Island, 에니스 맨, Каменный остров, 石之岛
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Recording history as the only sure-thing which anchors time collapsing in on itself through the collision of subjectivity, even if it's "No change" there becomes an annihilation through stagnancy if there is no one there to record. Perhaps that's why she volunteers as The Observer, to make sure there is an outcome whether it's good or bad instead of an indeterminate slurry of temporal confusion.
Lichen has appeared. Does it make a sound if there is no one around? Does history exist if there is no one to record? No change.
Absolutely insane that Mark Jenkin has NEON distributing this FULL STOP EXPERIMENTAL film. This movie is non-narrative, in such a way that visible theatrical runs have not seen since the Roegs and Boormans of the late 60s and 70s. That is not to say that I did not receive a takeaway, however. Enys Men assaulted me with a feeling, an evocation of a specific space and time and emotion. I can tell you I related to this film, and yet I can’t tell you why and how. It’s not logic, it’s gut. The editing, the sound, the texture, all that of gut instinct. The film doesn’t tell you a story, and my takeaway says a lot more about me then it does the film. But fuck it, that’s fucking art. Eye of the beholder, my experience is mine. Oven
oh my god I think I developed a stye while trying to stay awake through this beautiful, boring arthouse bullshit.
Basically what happens when a filmmaker prioritises aesthetic over any actual substance.
Visually very pretty as a piece of art.
Legitimately frustrating to watch as a film.
Strange flowers sprouting lichen, a semi-sentient stone, ghostly miners... look, I'd be lying if I said I knew what Mark Jenkin's sophomore feature was really about, but stylistically, it bears his hallmarks. Shot once again on grainy 16mm stock using a 1970s Bolex with post sync sound, it looks authentically vintage, but this time also uses Kodak colour negative to conjur an appearance appropriate to the 1973 setting. Ostensibly, it looks like a lost 70s film, though shot selection - use of close-up in particular - gives it a modern edge. The overall effect is uncanny, and I would say, very successful. I also like Jenkin's own score; a moody, atmospheric drone affair, full of found sounds and field recordings,…
I haven't seen an audience quite so alienated by a movie in a long time; over the course of its brief runtime, I think basically everyone soured on it but us, the four cool guys sitting a few rows ahead, and one guy sitting solo who stayed thru the credits. it's funny: the people who were laughing at it seemed both over it and somewhat frightened. I felt the exact opposite: enthralled and otherwise comforted. I admire the way in which Jenkin lets you do whatever puzzlework you want (if any) while he focuses on atmosphere. I love that one of the main characters (a group of flowers) looks so artificial in an otherwise naturalist work. pretty stunning! kinda wanted to eat/touch one, which I suspect is the point. at a pretty economical 91 minutes I started to get restless but there's still something special here or maybe it's just that it's sort of about grad school.
a grainy 16mm mood piece.
like having a cup of sleepytime tea with some drops of acid to heighten the senses. Enys Men is transcendental as it is foreboding, cozy, and at times very visually arresting—the sound design breaks the barrier of comfort very quickly letting you know something sinister has or will happen.
an uninhabited island full of blossoming wildflowers, surrounded by crashing waves and open water, the perfect graveyard for lost souls and repressed memories coming to fruition. it’s a damn fine piece of arthouse cinema that truly worked wonders for me with an ending that was set in stone.