as the Storyteller, no doubt correctly, wonders aloud whether some might find the violence too gratuitous and the story too ambiguous, others (myself included) will just relish getting lost in the mannerisms, the mood and the madness of it all.

This assault on the senses drowns out any potential narrative through-line, trapping viewers like one of its victims: locked in a cramped box in a basement, far from help.

One or two truly great moments are buried in a self-indulgent, plot-less mess.