Greek executive Yorgos Lanthimos‘ The Lobster is one of the weirdest motion pictures in late memory—and a standout amongst the most cleverly (and shockingly significant) ones too. In this pitch-dark future-society adventure, a solitary man (Colin Farrell) registers with a lodging where, by law, he should discover a mate inside 45 days or be changed into his preferred creature. (His inclination? A lobster.) In that psycho area, Farrell’s forlorn failure buddies around with other similarly abnormal sorts, and tries to manufacture a sentiment with a female partner, before in the long run escaping for the forested areas where hostile to monogamy radicals are positioned. A dull tragic comic drama that likewise capacities as a bizarro-world examination of affection, connections, marriage, and the essential human craving for association, Lanthimos’ film is that uncommon thing in today’s silver screen: an inadequate unique.