Lanthimos returns with his, literally, most clinical work yet. The film is almost a self reflection on his own filmography, relishing in horrific choices, brief moments of discomforting comedy and mono-syllabic dialogue.
A tale of revenge and justice which, as many critics have found, is almost a classics tale which should be taking place in the pantheon of ancient Greece. Yet, Lanthimos takes the story into a contemporary setting, where mysterious curses and rituals are long forgotten.
Much like The Exorcist, there is a conflict between the world of medicine and science, now pillars of contemporary society, and the world of the supernatural. Martin's justice is never explained, it seems to just happen, without control. In fact, the film seems to revolve around one of those horrible philosophical questions, where the answer must be clinical and without emotion.
While many have praised it's humour, it's unsettling tone was far overpowering for me, differing from his other works where I found that both meld easily.