Ladyworld

Worthy, yes, but dull.

Kramer ably allows the mood to degenerate from an icy sensuousness to something ritualistic and intoxicated, one scene blurring into another.

Kramer crafts an aura of unnerving apocalyptic certitude that grows in power as events progress, the final scene a breathlessly haunting coda that sent chills racing up and down my spine.

Ladyworld proves as much of an endurance test for viewers as the central characters.

What at first seems a predictable story becomes surprising - lively with the energy of fresh talent and a prickly modern style.

Occasionally thin on narrative, the performers carry the film, deftly toeing the line between chaos and civility.

The lack of clarity distracts from whatever the story is with these girls.

Trouble is, the incessant soundtrack of noises and ethereal voices really does grate after a while, eroding any sustained suspense just as events take on an increasingly surreal hue.

An accomplished exercise in the setting of mood, Ladyworld's score, acting and script are interesting and layered.

It's immediately clear the film's intention is to disorientate and disturb audiences, so it's a shame it does nothing more than irritate. Never has a so-called thriller been less thrilling and more forgettable