Billed as a black comedy, the only thing funny was the Grouchy Marx mustache worn by lead actor Colin Farrell. Black it was, indistinguishable from a satire that it poses to be. After a mildly entertaining legitimate satire, Dogtooth, the director and writer, Mr. Lanthimos must have gone to the dentist to extract all sensibility from this new effort. From the opening scene, one in which a middle age woman gets out of her car and shoots dead a horse or a donkey in a field, the guessing, or gassing game begins. A cruel set of demented characters parade across the screen designed to show how sexual relationships will be formed in a future. The presentation in the film is too absurd to even be considered worthy absurdity. The thoughtful director of the Lobster needs to have a denture installed.
Review of The Lobster
