In Rupert Jones' film Kaleidoscope, his brother Toby plays a loser with an ill-suited date and an impossible mother to deal with; might one, or both, of them have ended up dead? That is the mystery presented to the viewer; bizarrely, it also seems to be a mystery presented to the character, who seems to have suspicions but no certain knowlege of what he has, or has not, done. At times the film appears to be suggesting the existence of alternative realities, differently reassembled from the same underlying fragments like a kaleidoscopic image; but the idea is not coherently developed. Most of the action is set in a grotty flat that has not been decorated for decades; the characters also seem more like figures from the 1950s than anyone contemporary. I'm not sure what the Jones brothers were trying to do here; sadly, I can't say they have succeeded.