Mark Jenkin's Enys Men is a film that's difficult to pin down in writing. Narratively, it's a couple steps above a Rorschach test— there are clues, but no answers, and the only thing that will be easily agreed upon between viewers is the basic premise. The experience is so affect-oriented, so predicated on meaningful repetition and the accumulation of atmosphere, that any written rendering of it will seem too literal. Those who enjoy cinema's more experimental works should seek this one out; more mainstream audiences may not find it to their liking. This critic, whose tastes fall somewhere in between, was enthralled by Jenkin's control over form, but wished there was more of a story to hold onto as the runtime stretched into feature length.
