An odd semi-experimental riff on roles, identity and fantasy. It’s a jumble of interesting bits and pieces, notably the flinty use of sound (a camera, hair clippers, etc.) but as a whole it’s generally stodgy. Perhaps R.D. Laing could have made something of it. Jackson cuts through the screen with a scythe, whilst Cilento’s cod-Germanic accent tends to grate, but artifice is the name of the game here.