It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to look at a
proper mind-screw of a film. And what’s more, this is about as far from the
high-concept sci-fi trappings or Lynchian dream narratives I’ve come to
associate such things with. This is as grounded as grounded gets, focusing on
one man (Anthony, as played by Anthony Hopkins) as he interacts with his
daughter (Olivia Colman), her husband (Rufus Sewell), and… well, beyond that
point, it’s hard to tell. Because, for as domestic as this is, it might be one
of the most disorienting films I’ve ever watched, let alone reviewed on here. And that's not an insult; that's me praising the fuck out of this movie.
