Demanding intense submission, Philip Gröning’s Into Great Silence charts the daily rituals and lives of Carthusian monks at France’s mountainside Grande Chartreuse monastery with a rigorous patience, tranquility and – per its title – silence that’s something to behold. Gröning’s film is non-fictional, but it’s less a documentary in any traditional sense than simply a document of painstaking piousness, its subjects going about their daily customs and chores with a methodical precision and calmness that’s amplified by the near total quiet enveloping them. Nothing remotely dramatic occurs throughout the 162-minute runtime, its “action” amounting to sights of monks mending clothes, getting their hair cut, tending to fields, and attending prayer chants. Yet as Gröning’s camera fixates on these seemingly mundane events, a sense of deep faith (aided by intermittent title cards featuring snippets of scripture) becomes palpable, and entrancing. Which isn’t to say that the repetitiveness of the proceedings doesn’t eventually become somewhat enervating, nor that these pious men’s devotion to God, because it’s wholly isolated from other people or the outside world, doesn’t feel a bit like religious masturbation. But even at its most frustrating, Into Great Silence is hypnotic – and legitimately attuned to the spiritual – in a way few cinematic works are.