working in a country where emotion has so clearly come out ahead - he Lanthimos arrives at a satisfying conclusion that explains both absolutely everything and nothing at all: Things don't have to make sense if we decide that we can make our own
Lanthimos has excelled at bizarre violence and general off-ness before, but here he's flexing his talent for genuine scares, and he turns out to be quite good at it
it's an intriguing, disturbing, amusing twist on something which in many ways could be a conventional horror-thriller from the 1970s or 1980s, or even a bunny-boiler nightmare from the 90s
