It's been at least twenty years since I last saw this little gem but hardly a week goes by when it doesn't pop up in my mind at some point.
The other review dwells on the peculiar visual devices of the film that make it seem something like an animator's line-test from a dream. To the hypnotic rhythm of the flickering zoetrope-like "split-screen" imagery is added a very apt soundtrack of distant tolling bells, the soft (but menacing) repeating swish of a scythe, interjections of breathy whistling in homage to the wind through wheat stalks, the weightless calls of distant animals, and you have a beautifully-opaque enigmatic pastorale, exactly as I (mis?)remember it.
The other review dwells on the peculiar visual devices of the film that make it seem something like an animator's line-test from a dream. To the hypnotic rhythm of the flickering zoetrope-like "split-screen" imagery is added a very apt soundtrack of distant tolling bells, the soft (but menacing) repeating swish of a scythe, interjections of breathy whistling in homage to the wind through wheat stalks, the weightless calls of distant animals, and you have a beautifully-opaque enigmatic pastorale, exactly as I (mis?)remember it.