THE DISCOMBOBULATING FLICK

OK, so Flux Gourmet. I’ve heard it’s a bit… weird. Well, you heard correctly.

How weird are we talking? Oh, it’s pretty weird. We’re talking Snowpiercer weird. People who don’t like pizza weird. People who still buy CDs weird.

Care to summarise? I mean… sure, I can, but it’s going to take a while.

Well, as we’re here, and it’s your job, you may as well give it a go. Fine, you asked for it. So there’s this English country house, and this band who live there who are into making sort of Radiohead-y soundscapes with food. Sticking mics into lumps of butter and suchlike. Then there’s this journalist who’s come to document the whole shebang and can’t stop farting, and…

That’ll do. Who’s in it? Gwendoline Christie dialling the camp up to 11. Asa Butterfield as a kind of Jamie XX guy with Echo & The Bunnymen hair.

Right. And is it any good? Hard to say: the whole premise is just so odd that you kind of spend most of the film thinking, ‘This is really strange.’

So not good, then. I don’t know! Honestly!