Harvest

...moody-verging-on-mopish adaptation of Jim Crace’s novel of the same name.

...a remarkably compelling work (and even sometimes a funny one!) that mourns a land lost, crushed underfoot by rot that masquerades as progress.

...is a film where the people are shaped by the land even more than they would willingly shape it back.

You can practically smell shots of viscous snails moving through dark, loose soil and sun-warmed grasses waving in the late summer breeze.

Think The Wicker Man or Midsommar without the encroaching horror, or a stretched-out The Village sans the shocks or twist ending, or even a less artsy, but also significantly less powerful, Dogville.

There’s a profound mournfulness to this elegiac portrait of the end of an era, given greater poignancy by Jones’ understated performance.