Shallow claims about faith (“A benevolent God would not ask such things!”) get lumped in with garbage grandiosity (a greasy fog is “like a veil before my eyes”) and then piled on top of boring stop-start camera work that renders the various fight scenes unintelligible. The costumes, however, are lovely.
It didn’t have to be this way. If everyone onscreen were having as much fun as Perlman or exuding as much sincerity as Stephen Campbell Moore’s faithful priest, we might have been convinced to play along. As it is, Season of the Witch is noteworthy only because it’s not the only movie about the conflict between a knight and a woman accused of witchcraft during the plague years set to be released this year (Black Death is due in March).