Cattet and Forzani's approach is a little too exhausting to be completely enjoyable, but they deserve credit for managing to marshal some sense of narrative resolution by the end, when they might have just left the audience floundering in oblivion.
A mysterious and disorientating blend of giallo violence, cinematic experimentation and Lynchian psychohorror. Revel in its bonkers beauty.
The result is a love letter to the giallo genre spelled out in cut-up ransom-note writing – striking, but impossible to read.
Immensely disappointing.
It's almost impossible to tell what's going in this hyperstylised horror thriller that's virtually one long, claggy dream sequence.
This irksome art movie apes Dali and Buñuel and ends up as an unedifying mush.
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