In which the film is the window we look out of. Quietly observing small shifts and movements occurring in its borders. Where the edit may take us next. People-watching without crossing into the environment. Time processed differently. Spatial rather than durational. Eyes scanning over each frame, no matter how "insignificant" the change. Just the beauty of variance and motion. The magic of light cutting into darkness to create imagery.Don't bring demands here, you'll be sorely disappointed, The Enclosed Valley doesn't offer any instant gratification. There's no explicit narrative or story structure, it's burden-free; immortal. Allows you to just wander. The curiosity of being a child again, taking in your surroundings as if for the first time, yet the patience allotted with adulthood to veer past the obvious. And like a child, time stands still. It either registers or doesn't, there's no in-between. Nothing to debate or overanalyze. It has a rhythm if you're willing to dance."Compelling mundanities"? Yeah, let's go with that. I wouldn't recommend this film to anyone.