Struggling writer "James" (Alexander Skarsgård) and his wealthy wife "Em" (Cleopatra Coleman) are having a vacation on an exclusive island resort where they encounter the enigmatic "Gabi" (Mia Goth) and "Alban" (Jalil Lespert). A trip outside their compound together ends in a rather drunken tragedy and to the most peculiar of government-backed solutions to a problem that could well have seen the ritual slaughter of "James". That's quite intriguing, but the rest of this recycles that theory as an increasingly debauched and unentertaining series of scenarios are played out in front of us, presumably in order to illustrate a range of human frailties and issues with confidence and self-belief. There is one rather amusing scene with Goth on the bonnet of her car towards the end, but the remainder of this is just a rather messy, drug infused, meander of a story that left me wondering why it went on for almost two hours. At times the writing is quite smart, but all too infrequently to sustain this thinnest of stories and by midway through I could honestly say that I couldn't have cared less about any of them - even if Skarsgård does have a nice ass. I suspect you will either love or hate this, there were people at the screening who laughed, others who left - I was probably more on the side of the latter. Certainly no need at all to watch on a big screen.
