P'tit Quinquin (Bruno Dumont, 2014)

In a French seaside village at the forgotten arse end of the country, a series of gruesome murders the place for unexplained reasons and two inept policemen investigate while local urchins watch on. The film meanders for more than three hours with the pair getting no closer to the culprit but finding enough time to pontificate inanely and have detours that serve no narrative purpose. There is hardly a single likable character in the film: almost every one is afflicted with either childish stupidity or pointless gurning, and you also realise fairly soon that the director is of the ilk that considers having a plot that actually goes somewhere is simply far too bourgeois. Nor is it funny even in the gallows sense, which is hardly forgivable for something that sets itself up as a satirical mirror on society.

3/10