It’s a ‘hipsterrific’ kind of entertainment, where a bunch of weird, bearded dudes and their laid- back girlfriends try to survive through a rough, debilitating winter (which – in fact – looks like a strange, colossal apocalyptic nightmare, where nothing spectacular really happens, yet we still have to be convinced that there is no way those people can escape from the deserted mad- house located somewhere far in the vast snow fields).
Given their perverse attitude towards the sex-infused, drug-filled routine, they aren’t really able to reveal all their true feelings when placed in front of a grave tragedy – gradual shortage of food supplies, and then the death of one of their close friends (paradoxically, one thing connects to the other).
Beautifully shot and enhanced by some poetic visuals, First Winter comes as an intriguing, worrisome look at the behavior of young people during a crisis. Although too artsy at times, it’s rather a convincing film with adequate performances. Strangely, it’s also an interesting encounter with – what could be called – some kind of a bizarre sect, where everything is a big mystification organized by the guru of the whole group. Look for yourselves, as Benjamin Dickinson created an inviting film that might tire some because of too many unneeded longueurs, and satisfy others due to its fascinating camera work.