The Witch basks in its source material: original documents from colonial New England, right down to its dialogue. On an isolated homestead, we watch a religious family give into their fears. These fears are expounded upon by the woods surrounding them, thought of as cold, unknowable, and wicked. It takes its time to explore western society’s base horror: the wild and untamable.
Though sometimes imposing, the film’s use of sound is its most characteristic trait. It swells and flows as expected in many cases, but also the track built otherwise mundane scenes into moments so tense that at its crescendo, the scene could only end in an unexpected laugh -- demon rabbit, I’m looking at you.