The real Yorgos Lanthimos seen in films like The Lobster returns to leave us completely disheveled in a film disguised as a miniseries composed of three parts, which contain different stories, but are equally raw, dark, bizarre and confusing. Maybe too much. If you don't share the same sense of black humor as the Greek filmmaker, you'll have a hard time getting into these stories. Even more so now that Lanthimos fills us with sequences that may well be metaphors, crude satires and exhibitions of the weakest human being in the face of another full of power.
The script is risky, it's arrogant, petulant, narcissistic and dangerously funny. Now, if we abandon the truth of objectivity to go to the path of subjectivity, I didn't like the plots at all. It looks at you with unnecessary superiority over its shoulder, leaving you confused and disgusted.
It's undeniable that the film is well made, because the technical aspects are spectacular. It has wonderful photography despite how simplistic the film turns out to be. The soundtrack is disturbing and makes us undo the button on our shirt collar. The directing and editing are also wonderful. But the story itself leaves me with a taste in my mouth that is more bitter than sweet.
I will pay close attention to the rest of the reviews, because I'm very curious about the reaction of others to this strange work.
