Sofia’s review published on Letterboxd:
Foolishness is scattered aimlessly... in vain do you vaunt— don’t be rash with your thoughts.
A white, barren landscape. Snow and forests... wolves staring, motionless. A single man staggering. You break souls like a potter and mould them again. Men grunt and snarl in combat and laughter. He laughed the quiet laugh of a wolf. Manic convulsions, rattling shrieks, a poignant confusion of dialogue falling into the clanging of metal.
Disdain fosters his pride. Dislike breathes hatred... he does not want to be a subject of people or god. He’s free like a wolf, but he has a human heart.
It is a film studded with fearsome prophecies, proclaimed against the haunting calls of the wolves and birds, and the underlying snarling, ravaged laughter that permeates the air. Lament, you boars! repent for your atrocities. It seems that man equates to beast— his savagery becomes his unshakable condition. Man is transient as a shadow. He hurries in vain. Haunting religious melodies rise and fall in their darkly sonorous intonations, jittering against a harsh, clattering drum beat. A girl wrenched from her dreams of salvation, a soul stuttering wildly in the turbulence of senseless conflict— the laughter of men, their savagery against the sorrowful straining for something other.
—Better to huddle by the fire and remember old times.