Enys Men

1973: A botanist (Mary Woodvine) is stationed on an uninhabited island taking observations of a cluster of rare flowers. It is a stark place, home only to heather, lichen and birds. Once there was a mining community here but now all lies in ruins save the partially modernised cottage she is using.

She relies on supply drops of fuel and food with a shortwave radio her only contact with the outside world.

CW mild body horror and self-harm

Mark Jenkin has an antidote to the rise of "casual viewing" in this almost-horror that is like one of those dark 70s Public Information Films about the perils of playing in the local disused quarry but stretched to 85 minutes and shorn of any warning.

Was she born here? Did she live here before and return? Will she die here and join the many other unquiet ghosts? Time is non-linear and no answers are forthcoming.

You have to watch it and let it seep into your pores, there's little to explain you can only see, hear and feel it 8/10. Not one to half watch while doomscrolling.