Jonathan Gittos

2/10 Happy-clappy, Swedish, druidical morris-dancing cult meets cardboard-character US grads and descends, tediously, into ritual porn, mutilation and fertility drivel. Much of the screen-time is filled with gurning, evangelical Scandi eco-hippies skipping around meadows, in white muslin and flowers. The many deaths are wearily predictable and pornographically gruesome - voyeuristic gasping for the psychologically retarded. This seems to be the main attraction of the movie. There are however, two very good things about the film: the photography is breathtaking, with clever changes in viewpoint, great framing and shallow-focus beauty. Florence Pugh's acting is just as good. She makes a superb performance out of an utterly ludicrous script. But the director should have stuck with those successes and hired some decent screenwriters. Character and plot development are nil, surprises few and psychological authenticity disappears early on. Not one character shows an ounce of bravery, creativity or moral courage. This is a bad movie in all senses of the word “bad” - a nihilistic exercise in directorial onanism. The plainly talented team that made it should be ashamed of themselves and get a decent script and scriptwriters for the next one.