A man gets invited to a dinner party at his ex wife's house. They had once lived there in domestic contentment until their child tragically died.
(Again, film makers? The dead child in the past thing? Come fucking on with this shit!)
Anyway, the chap arrives hoping to make the best of the evening, seeing friends from better days and meeting a few of the ex's new buddies.
From the offset, things seem a little odd, not just the difficulty of retaining the facade of small talk and social pleasantries after such a shared trauma, but there's a secondary tension, as if something is waiting to be revealed.
Sure enough, things get a bit flippin' strange and it all goes a bit bonkers.
Not a future classic or anything, but bloody good fun.
'Fun' in that bleak, tense sense of the word.
Which is the sense everyone uses the word for, isn't it?

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