Sightseers (Ben Wheatley, 2012)

Sightseers dates back to the phase of Wheatley's directorial career when he was still laying down the foundations for the eventual rise to centre stage, and it consolidates many of the aspects of a world view based on a lack of trust in human nature as well as a love of farce that Down Terrace and Kill List evidenced.
In a nutshell, a new couple set out on a caravanning tour of England's endearingly crappiest attractions; tram and pencil museums and sites of similar drabness, and alarm bells are soon ringing as it becomes evident that he's a grade A sociopath, first running over a man for littering, and that she's far from a full basket of sandwiches herself, first taking on board his homicidal proclivities by just getting a bit upset, and then getting into the spirit of their spree herself. Imagine Natural Born Killers shot through a League of Gentlemen (the blacker than black TV series, of course) filter, and you have some idea of the overall effect. It really is as dark and misanthropic as that would suggest, under its veil of stifled, mannered mundanity, and that alone lends it a substantial amount of interest, although whether Wheatley is really saying anything meaningful beyond that is another matter.

6/10