
2019
What in the name of Green Goblin; It’s like some sort of old-timey Stanford Prison experiment but only for two people. Even for Dafoe’s standards this is nuts. I mean what were they expecting would happen putting an uncouth curmudgeon on a power trip with a bullheaded inexperienced troublemaker at his wit’s end due to humiliating circumstances and that too in an isolated setting with nowhere to escape and enough crates of booze till kingdom come. Monochromatic madness. I can still hear the wind howling, waves crashing and seagulls squawking.