Ryan Davis’s review published on Letterboxd:
It plays like a Chaucer poem, the farce and comedy of man's existence woven next to the terrible threads of his darkness, evil, and death.
All men want to see God, or to know for sure what life is, but the life we are given has no such certainty or signs we seek. So we create our own signs in plagues and witches and crusades. We are then left either as Jons, laughing at the absurdity of it all, or Antonius, weary of the God we cannot be rid of, and wanting only to have our life matter on our terms before Death takes us.
Unlike anything I've quite seen. Inventive for its time and worthy of the praise it has garnered over the years. The way its scenes often hold the morose and laughable hand in hand is jarring.