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[Hide] (614.3KB, 3840x2160) Reverse Do you remember that old Spiders on Drugs shitpost from 2006 that posed as a clip from a Canadian nature documentary? Did you ever wonder what its director would do with a full length film? Probably not, but its director did, and the result in all its mad glory is
>Widdershins (2023)
Widdershins is a movie of doing whatever it takes to achieve your goals, no matter how destructive it is to yourself, what you're doing, and everything around you. Most of its main characters embody this, its resulting stories embody this, its jokes embody this, its visual effects embody this, and so on ad nauseum. It all creates an absolute mess that is united in its disuniting, unpredictable lurches towards whatever its various aspects are trying to achieve at the moment.
You really cannot seperate the plot from this total mess, and it is best captured by talking about the film's total execution. "Beached mariner tries to reclaim his ship and escape from an isolated costal town" could become a multitude of very different movies. Here, it is a live action/stop motion/digital compositing hybrid nightmare set in an incoherent, self-rearranging mechanical hotel, built as a failed tourist trap for Canada's rail network. Any attempt at describing the film or even specific scenes turns into word salad, or rambling that makes you sound like a madman, as what you're trying to describe is utterly batshit and best compared to a lower-budget, debatably crazier Mad God.