Truly one of the most irritating films I have ever seen. Apparently set in the 70s it also has all the depressing tinny qualities of a no-budget 70s B-movie, which may or may not be deliberate. If deliberate, I cannot fathom how this is interesting nor how it serves any purpose or person - certainly not the poor tortured viewer. This is like a hammer horror giallo pastiche, best tolerated in one's teens when high on substances, easily amused and prone to perceiving significance in random shocks and absurdities. In what way is this a masterpiece, please?
Toby Jones does his best to be baffled, stressed, interesting and increasingly haggard, but the supporting cast chew the furniture.
I am glad to have seen Strickland's impressive, if distressing first feature, 'Katalin Varga' before tonight, otherwise, after this experience, I might have been too discouraged.
Toby Jones does his best to be baffled, stressed, interesting and increasingly haggard, but the supporting cast chew the furniture.
I am glad to have seen Strickland's impressive, if distressing first feature, 'Katalin Varga' before tonight, otherwise, after this experience, I might have been too discouraged.
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