This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Henceforth known as Chekhov's Fabricated Space Gun
Daniel Kaluuya's performance is the only good thing about this.
Like Haneke's 71 FRAGMENTS...*, but good (nay, great.) Denis cares, and permits even her most despicable character a sense of humanity and feeling. The three outsiders that comprise the core cast--a woman who's just come to town, a father who yearns to return home, and his brother who's still getting a sense of his identity--each have a piece of their respective "stories" withheld, enticing the viewer to fill in the gaps with their worst suspicions. Right from the outset, we…