David Michôd delves into an Aussie underworld - red in tooth and claw - in which justice seems to only be found at the end of a gun barrel. A less elemental take on the philosophies that give context to his sophomore feature, The Rover, this is crime drama as intricate antipodean tapestry. The performances, especially from the brilliant Jacki Weaver, provide fantastic depth and stomach-churning tension.
It's not enough to little the screen with rakes to be stepped on, cakes to be sat on and newspapers to be eaten, oh no. Into the mix have to be thrown a bevy of unbearable performances as Danny Dyer, Denis Van Outen and Co. gurn their way through this utter humour vacuum.
If you're in a group of friends and plied with booze, this may take on an Ed-Wood-esque 'so bad it's good' persona, but otherwise it's…