The film opens with a small girl skipping rope, counting stars up to a hundred, a quiet image that seeds the story’s fascination with numbers and ritual and sets a steady, almost hypnotic pace for what follows.
Centered on three married women — a grandmother, her daughter, and her niece — each named Cissie Colpitts. The trio of Cissies is brought to life by a procession of strong performances, while Madgett the coroner is drawn into quietly complicity as he becomes entangled in covering up their crimes.
From the outset, the film feels like a modern fairy tale in three acts, a structure that nods to folklore and fables even as it tracks a chilling, methodical sequence of events. The sense of ritual grows as Madgett moves from one Cissie to the next, each encounter underscored by a moral economy in which he is promised larger rewards for increasingly audacious decisions. This push-and-pull gives the tale a rhythmic, almost operatic tension, where consequence is delayed even as it feels inexorable.
The plot observes a stark, almost clinical pattern: the same core setup recurs with different players, a pattern that invites comparisons to a cautionary folk tale. At the heart of this repetition is Smut, the coroner’s son, who tallies the rules of various peculiar games that the characters treat as if they were ancient rites. Smut serves as a sly chorus, reciting the rules as if mapping out a coded tradition whose meaning thickens with each retelling. Many of these games feel invented for the film, lending a sense of otherworldly ceremony to the everyday motions of marriage, jealousy, and secrecy.
One of the most striking formal devices is the relentless counting that threads the entire film. Across scenes and silhouettes, the numbers 1 through 100 appear—often in sequence—embodied in the background on signs or cattle, spoken by characters, or glimpsed in the environment. This numerical motif creates a strange, hypnotic texture that fuses with the narrative’s moral arithmetic, making the viewer feel as though the story itself is ticking toward an inevitable conclusion.
The score reinforces this sense of compulsion. The soundtrack, built from repeated motifs, feels almost clinical in its precision, while still evoking a carriage of emotion that is alternately dryly comic and unsettlingly somber. The music and the imagery together render each act as a compact, self-contained unit that nevertheless contributes to a larger, cumulative mosaic.
The film is anchored in its sense of place. It was shot in and around Southwold, Suffolk, and the landscape—its shoreline, the estuary, and local landmarks like the Victorian water tower and the Southwold Lighthouse—throughout remains legible and tangible. These locations provide a tangible counterpoint to the fable-like structure, grounding the tale in a real-world texture that heightens the tension between myth and reality.
Throughout, the tone stays deliberately restrained: dark, sly, and quietly comic, as if balancing on the edge of a moral parable while watching three generations of a family inhabit the same name. The repeated narration, the calculated games, and the inexorable counting all converge toward a vision of domestic life that is at once familiar and disquieting.
In the end, the film leaves a lingering sense of ritual and inevitability, a reminder that the ordinary surfaces of marriage, memory, and loss can conceal something older, more mythic, and more inexorable than they appear. It is a deliberatelyesda, formally experimental work that uses repetition, folklore echoes, and a precise musical cadence to explore how desire and guilt circulate within a family, while never losing sight of the human beings at its center.
Note: For accessibility, the principal Cissie Colpitts is represented by Cissie Colpitts in the cast, and the coroner Madgett is portrayed by Madgett; Smut is brought to life by Smut.
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