Lars von Trier once said: "A film should be like a rock in the shoe." Lanthimos seems to have latched onto this advice, producing a film so wildly ridiculous and horrific that you can almost hear the crew laughing at the audience. Imagine David Lynch inviting Gaspar Noe and Michael Haneke over to his pad for a couple of bottles of rum and a brainstorming session.
Lanthimos and Filippou have taken things to a whole new level of deadpan absurdity here. At times the subtext is shrouded so deeply in mystery it's impossible to figure out what's happening. I saw two of the sacred deers being killed here were the notion that 'science is god' and 'disability is not to be laughed at' 3.5 stars
Please sit students while another male auteur offers his research in nihilism for dummies. Yes Lanthimos has technical chops, but he also reveals himself here as a sadist, unable to take responsibility for his dreams. He tries on all the hats from his previous works, cohering them in an universe where they don't fit. Its biggest flaw is not considering patriarchal suicide as a viable option.