The morbid hilarity of mundane existence is revealed by Roy Andersson in this deadpan follow-up to Songs From The Second Floor (2000).
Again adopting a non-linear structure and an attention to ludicrous detail that recalls Jacques Tati, the Swedish auteur flits between unlinked, inconsequential episodes in the lives of various downtrodden sorts whose self-obsession blinds them to their impending doom.
Musical interludes and reconstructed dreams reinforce the aura of surreality created by speeches to camera and the grimly amusing realisation that our own lives are every bit as irredeemably ghastly.