Matt Sawrey, Thunderbolt writes: Wandering through the wintery Swedish forests of Year Walk is an eerily disquieting experience. Snow drifts silently across your view as you make your way down paths lined with ominously suggestive carvings and monuments, and the screen flickers and speckles like dusty old celluloid being passed through a rusty projector. The only audible sounds are that of the natural – the underfoot crunch of snow, the gentle trickle of a nearby stream, and occasionally, the unnerving drones of the wholly unnatural. 9/10
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