This film is layered.

The first layer is the individual drama: a mother struggles to manage a child with a potentially lethal deformity, both for himself and for others.

The second layer is the social conflict: the child belongs to a noble and wealthy lineage, which has codes that the mother does not understand and initially rejects (hunting, the separation of rights and duties between men and women, religiosity).

But pushing the metaphor even further, Molitor reveals the third layer, which is political: lycanthropy as an expression of the impulse driving right-wing politics: the theory of "homo homini lupus"; Darwinian selection; the Church not as an expression of Christ's message, but as a façade of "respectability" for a closed and conservative community; and finally, capitalism as an expression of "feeding on one's own kind."

Without this third level of interpretation, the seemingly insignificant scene of hunting migrants would lose all its expressive power.

The film is extremely ambitious. Here, horror serves a content that transcends its boundaries. It is a true artistic endeavour, which does not forgo maintaining the narrative integrity of the three layers, making the first level of engagement enjoyable as well.

One of the most intriguing horrors of recent years.

An imperfect film, this Belgian, which hides good intentions but badly made. The screenplay is not accurate enough in depicting a surreal story of classist lycanthropy, and affect the fina results. The actor's direction is very poor even if the actors do their best. The attention is completely lost in the second half of the movie, when the heart of the story (rather veiled classist critique) emerges overbearingly, which, however, never gets to the point, whining everything down with superficiality and haste. A difficult film to recommend, honestly, in which you can find reasons of interest, which however are only justifications in defense of an intuition which, unfortunately, never fully expresses itself, even getting a little boring and making people smile, more than disturbing and making us think. By now, I still don't understand the original "Kommunion" title meaning...