A childless couple takes in the sole survivor of a massacre, a savage little boy locked in a wooden chest. But after the joy of the first days, his arrival coincides with that of fear and despair…
If Béla Tarr had ventured into folk horror, his film would have been titled Hen. Nico Scheepers’ cinema is a ritual, a ceremonial that plunges us into enigma, poetry, and dread. Hen cloaks its morbid violence with a work on duration and contemplation, haunted by a cosmic unease worthy of Picnic At Hanging Rock. Behind its imagery, its timeless placeless setting, its forsaken world stricken by famine, he holds up a mirror to our own. We hadn't seen such a gaze of innocence harboring universal evil since the child in Come and See.