shown on Sunday. There are no zombies, but a small village in agricultural Belgium descends into anarchy when one year spring doesn't show up as scheduled. In an annual ritual to "chase away winter," they pile dead Christmas trees in a giant pyramid of kindling topped by a straw effigy of Old Man Winter, but the bonfire won't catch. The newly planted seeds won't sprout; the cows stop giving milk; the bees disappear, and the temperatures never rise. There are no scientists in white smocks on screen to explain what it all means, but in our world of climate anxiety, there's no need to decode the metaphor. The directing and screenwriting team of Peter Brosens and Jessica Woodworth present this fable with so little dialogue that for long stretches we hear less human language than animal language: owls hooting, roosters crowing, cows mooing. Long, horizontal tracking shots slide across white birches in front of a streaked concrete wall or across the landscape of teenage faces, wispy strands of hair waving across their cheeks. Whether it's the shot of dead silver fish in a brown river or the shot of a tractor going around in useless circles, this bleak, brilliant film's images will stick with you and remind you how fragile is nature's support of human society.