MORALITY TALE IS HIT AND MYTH

Social niceties are gnawed to the bone.

Cardiac surgeon Steven Murphy (Colin Farrell) meets with a mysterious 16-year-old called Martin (Barry Keoghan).

A few days later, Steven invites Martin to his home and introduces the guest to his wife Anna (Nicole Kidman), 14-year-old daughter Kim (Raffey Cassidy) and younger son Bob (Sunny Suljic).

Over dinner, Martin sombrely reveals that he lost his father in a car accident so now it is just him and his mother (Alicia Silverstone).

Soon after, a strange affliction takes hold of the Murphy household.

“Dad, I can’t get up,” whimpers Bob one morning. “My legs are numb!”

The boy is rushed into hospital, where his condition worsens, and then Kim is struck down by the same debilitating symptoms.

“I don’t know if what is happening is fair,” Martin enigmatically informs Anna, “but it’s the only thing I can think of that’s close to justice.”

The Killing Of A Sacred Deer comes tantalisingly close to replicating the macabre genius of Lanthimos’ earlier work, but falls short in the final act.

Farrell and Kidman deliver haunting performances, the latter laying herself bare for disconcerting sex sequences, while Keoghan oozes righteous rage as a son on a mission to assuage grief with a sacrifice.

A blackly humorous scene with a shotgun is a jaw-dropping flourish that reminds us of the writer-director’s ability to smack gobs without straining credibility.

Lanthimos gleefully plays with madness and almost nudges us over the edge of sanity with the characters.