Good lord, it seems the scholars are tripping over themselves trying to praise this plodding swamp of a movie for its sweeping epicness and tonality. This movie could've been 25 minutes long and still been as visually stunning and reverent of its source material. If you want to watch something that makes you feel dwarfed by the majesty of the natural world, watch anything by Terence Malick. If you want inventive fantasy, watch something by Guillermo Del Toro. If you want to watch something where the directors every single direction was "make it waaaaaaaaaaaaay slower", then watch the Green Knight. You don't need to linger on scenes four times longer than they need to be lingered on to create moods. "Being slow" doesn't make it good. It makes it *intentionally* a reaction to modern moviemaking, and that's just a cheap way to tickle the prostates of academics who want to feel better than you by claiming deep appreciation of ejaculatory fantasy like this.