Beautiful to look at, brutally paced. Conceptually, April is a brilliant film (the crippling loneliness of a taboo, and therefore thankless, job; the undiscussed ethical grey areas of abortion and bodily autonomy. etc.). But it sacrifices much of these great ideas in pursuit of visual immersion - which ironically pulls the viewer right out of the film (several people walked out of my already sparsely populated screening). I would love to have learned more about our protagonist Nina and her clandestine, Haneke-esque sex life, or more about the rising aggression of men in the village as they persecute Nina for her perceived moral violations against their wives and daughters. But every frame is about three full minutes too long, so as to cut the legs off of any extractable meaning. Many frames throughout the film read as though the director simply wanted to catch a fleeting moment of Georgia’s breathtaking landscape with little narrative justification. Pair that with visual gratuity of subjecting the audience to footage of real medical procedures, and April makes for a relentlessly bleak, tedious, and unpleasant viewing experience - with little real insight to add to its subject.