Imagine a black & white 17th century English Civil War film told like a 1960's arthouse flick, then drenched in a heavy dose of mind-warping awkwardness & feverish psychedelia and you get a faint idea of what this bizarre little piece of cinema is all about.
Wheatley paints his films with a gleefully grotesque cynical view of the world and this one is his boldest yet. I'm more than certain it's going to force viewers to scratch their heads till they bleed and occasionally that hurts the enjoyment of the film, as the actors don't seem to entirely understand what they're doing either.
3 shitty treasures out of 5
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