Danny McFarlane

The most elaborately unsatisfying series of non sequiturs to ever constitute a film. The dialogue is intensely obtuse, and the characters’ interactions are infuriatingly unrealistic. Their sole purpose? Being intriguing. The film spends its entire duration trying so hard to be mysterious that it forgets to have any fathomable plot, other than ‘the man in the shiny suit has to speak to someone else now’. Impenetrable nonsense with nice tiling.