Simon Killer Review

Unofficially, Antonio Campos seems to be in the midst of a male rage sequence. His debut, Afterschool, followed a latent sadist uncoiling at a prep school. The protagonist of his second movie could well be his older, more callous brother. Here, drifting around Paris nursing a break-up, Brady Corbet’s loner leeches onto a local hooker and moves into her flat. Is she his saviour? Or a potential victim? Admittedly, Campos’ clinical style is as self-absorbed as the film’s protagonist, but there’s a mesmerising unease to this slowly unpeeling character study. You might not feel the pinch at the time, but it digs right under your skin.