Aka the one where Daniel Radcliffe plays a farting corpse, the movie is a difficult sell to mainstream audiences and critics apparently, with it having just 7/10 on IMDb and 6.7/10 on Rotten Tomatoes, with a 70% rating.
The movie sees Hank (Paul Dano) attempt suicide after becoming lost on an island, before spotting a dead body washing up on the shore. He makes friends with the corpse, and manipulates it like a Swiss army knife.
It sounds utterly ridiculous - and it kind of is - but the strength of the movie is that it somehow makes the premise work; with excellent performances from Dano and Radcliffe, the film becomes something beyond that silliness, and instead a quiet, thoughtful meditation on suicide, loneliness, and the meaning of life.
It's inherently odd, but it wears that weirdness well, and even though the premise caused audience members to walk out at Sundance, it deserves to be remembered for much more than flatulence.
NCTJ-qualified journalist. Most definitely not a racing driver. Drink too much tea; eat too much peanut butter; watch too much TV. Sadly only the latter paying off so far.
A mix of wise-old man in a young man's body with a child-like wonder about him and a great otherworldly sensibility.