I was wary of this one. Animation can lose me when the imagery gets so overpowering that the story ends up shoved into the back seat. And having seen it described as a cross between Belladonna of Sadness and Disney's Hercules, I was braced for the worst. Belladonna left me more drained than dazzled: grotesque, gorgeous, and hard work.
Thankfully, this landed better. The visuals are completely wild — blazing colours, swirling shapes, enough mythic strangeness to fuel a dozen folk tales — but they mostly serve the story rather than just showing off. Even so, there were stretches where I was admiring it more than connecting with it, which probably says as much about my limits with this kind of overwhelming visual style as it does about the film.
Undeniably inventive, often striking, and never boring to look at. I wasn't swept away, but I'm glad I spent time with it. A fascinating piece of animated myth-making that kept me at arm's length — though I suspect that distance is more on me than on the film.