Nope. I'm done with you, Ben Wheatley. Your juxtapose tonal shifts are excruciating. Your satire is boring and flat. Your mumble mouthed characters are unwatchable. Pathetic couple goes on a killing-spree roadtrip? From the first five minutes, I couldn't wait to see your main characters die, but then I had to endure them for another hour and twenty minutes. You're not genre bending. You're just amateur.
The darkest comedy in ages, which was much expected from such a director (who's "Kill List" was a bizarre and shocking debut film). This perverted love story plays like a murderous road-trip film (not unlike Natural Born Killers or True Romance) by way of Monty Python. Brutally violent and peppered with off-colour humour and awkwardness, this film is truly one of kind - was certainly a bit of fun.
Another Wheatley film where a great idea is let down by incompetent presentation. His usual shtick is to contrast incompatible forms; here it's Nuts in May meets Natural Born Killers. It doesn't work because his direction is unadventurous and televisual; and yet once again there's a smug contentedness to the proceedings, as if just the mere thought of this kind of genre deconstruction is incredibly brave and unique.
This emperor has no clothes. This makes three overrated duds in a row; I honestly don't get the love for Wheatley. Grim sight gags and easy, superficial "insights" do not an impressive filmmaker make. He clearly has some talent, but he needs to focus on creating actual characters and storylines not just 90 minute sketches - otherwise just stick to advertising.