nathaxnne’s review published on Letterboxd:
Luminous at hallucinatory pitch, delirious from cold, from illness, from pain, from hunger, what confirms and what distracts. Landscape of earth, what can be read there and in the faces of its inhabitants? Pushed to the isolate torment of collaboration or the crown of martyrdom, war is a stain, a scar upon the earth and upon the souls of those beings overtaken by war. Have snow-covered trees ever been so beautiful within a film?