The Blackcoat’s Daughter isn’t a boisterous film, yet at one point you’re liable to understand that there hasn’t been a solitary snippet of hush. Strained, quieted discussions proliferate, and under each one of them is an undulating soundtrack that interchanges between brutal disharmony, surrounding rambles, and turbulent strings that wouldn’t sound strange on a Godspeed You!
Dark Emperor collection. At times, covered amidst it all, you may hear something more human sounds that could be inaccessible shouts of happiness or cries of torment.
I heard them in scenes where they apparently would be totally strange.