Mr. Tippet is a master of his craft and, as an author who also has a 30+ year labor of love, I really appreciated this film. All the reviews lauding the visuals and the ability to physically realize a twisted, God-forsaken landscape are all justified.
My critique is how it almost achieves an obscure narrative but it got lost in tangents. We become the first assasin as we delve deeper and deeper into the world and witness all the horrors he brings us through. Then, when he gets caught, there is an inordinant amount of time digging through his guts. That scene grinded the adventure to a bloody halt until they pull out the baby.
Fast forward to the next assasin, we're back adventuring through the hellish world for a moment before we abandon using him as our guide altogether. We then split between a tumored hermit and a plague witch with the constant cry of the baby. I had to turn the sound down as it was purely annoying. From there it seems to abandon any structure and ends with arthouse images for the sake of obscurity.
Perhaps it is exactly as the creator intended. I simply feel with a little time trimmed off of certain vignettes and a more regimented resolution it could have been a big ol 5.