Critics reviews

It has all the ingredients of a lurid Roger Corman-style B-movie, creating an opportunity to market this pic as an accessibly trashy slice of genre filmmaking. In reality, writer-helmer Prabda Yoon's stylistic pretensions place his debut in a different category: He would appear to have been studying the playbooks of provocateurs including Harmony Korine, Gaspar Noé and particularly Nicholas Winding Refn, to sporadically enlivening effect.

With such a deranged group enclosed in one space, Yoon twists the plot so much that at a certain point there is no doubt: only aliens can save this world from madness. Hotel Mist, as undoubtedly the most outré film in the competition, was really an outlier of bizarreness and was separated by a considerable gulf to the rest of the selections in this strand.

A slick, glib thriller in which two teenage victims of a middle-aged abuser turn the tables on him in the lurid environs of a Bangkok sex motel.