The Wild Hunt

It's a rare and wonderful moment to see a movie I've heard nothing about. This is more than not having an ending spoiled, but being able to take in a piece of cinema without preconceptions, beyond title and poster -- without even seeing the trailer.
Last night at Minneapolis/St Paul International Film Festival, I saw De père en flic, chatted with Milgrom for a while, then went to what was simply the next film showing: a ten o'clock screening of The Wild Hunt (Alexandre Franchi, director, 2009, 96 minutes). 
Someone in the audience shouted at the female lead not to do what she was about to do. I swore out loud. As the movie wound to its conclusion, I heard two people near me weeping openly. They walked out. After, I saw them sitting on the lobby floor, still looking stunned.
I drove home wired awake.
I've been in audiences talking and shouting at the screen, but I've never seen another film to which the audience had quite this visceral reaction. It will continue to be compared with William Golding's novel, Lord of the Flies, accurately enough, although I thought more of King Lear and Kurosawa's Ran. That's really all I want to say, except to go see it. According to The Wild Hunt's Facebook page,  the film opens in the U.S. July 16.