saw it in the theater
the scene after the... well, that scene. you know the one.
I kept expecting it to cut away, and then I was begging for it to cut away, and then I gave up on it ever cutting away. excruciating. I can't think of a single other filmmaker who wouldn't just cut for god's sake! the important stuff has happened! we feel bad enough, you brute!
I ended up really liking the movie, but that scene has grown to gargantuan proportions in my memory. not to say it wasn't bold and effective, and really a small (if significant) part of a larger film with a lot more going on– I'm really fascinated by, among other things, the compositing of the live shots with the miniatures, both thematically and in terms of how it was accomplished– but idk if I could sit through it again. I could easily see myself seriously contemplating a rewatch, thinking about that scene, and deciding to just watch The VVitch again instead. The VVitch has a similar lingering and oppressive sense of dread, but it never made me sick to my stomach. that scene, FUCK.
and for those who haven't seen it, it's... well, it's not a gore thing, put it that way.
it's more like all the most horribly awkward moments from The Office rolled up into a single stiff punch to the liver.