I've never undergone past life regression but I think it would feel a lot like this.
We're in the 13th century. Somewhere in Middle Europe. There's a robber baron called the Goat, there's a teenage bishop, there's a beautiful daughter who's been promised to God, there's a witch who seduces her brother, there's a fat old man with a woebegone army who schleps round the snowy waste trying to impose the King's peace. People keep doing unspeakable things to one another.
Rape, murder, thieving, crucifixion.
On the plus side- courage, honour, loyalty.
There are castles- but they're more like fortified farmhouses. For all the raggle-taggle trappings of chivalry, this is the world of the Hatfields and McCoys. You can be a baron but still in danger of starving to death in winter- or having the wolves eat you. Which is why you do a bit of bushwhacking on the side.
The central characters are absent from the action for long stretches of time- peripheral to their own tragedy. This is not a world in which the individual matters very much.
Until last week I didn't know this film existed. Not many people outside Czechoslovakia did. It was made -over a two year period in the mid 60s- during the brief, golden age of Czech cinema. The history of world cinema is going to have to be adjusted to make room for it.