Graced with
moments of astonishing, even psychedelic beauty, including profligate
flowers and vines, sporelike growths worthy of Antoni Gaudí and fantastical beasts of the Southern wild, this is a movie that moves quietly, its meditative tone deepened by Geoff Barrow and Ben Salisbury's counterintuitive score, composed largely of soothing acoustic guitar riffs, rather
than the usual synthesized bloops and beeps.