Hitchcock famously defined suspense: We all know the bomb is going off – we just don’t know when. Robin is clearly playing with us. Teasing us. Being nasty to us. Making us feel. The build up. Anticipation. The Moment. Come on. Come on. COME ON! Don’t make me wait anymore… who is the car going to hit? What is she making in the kitchen? What is HAPPENNNNINNNNNNNNNNNG?

Beautifully shot and crafted. Fantastically framed. Completely wonderful and: Full – of - freaking - dread. Domestic horror. Domestic Terror. Domestic Hell. Telephones are evil things. Who’s calling now? Never going to be able answer it.
Sometimes the bomb doesn’t goes off but we can still hear it ticking…

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Comment on the review from Jordan Baseman

I am a vegetarian. This hasn’t always been the case. When I was 13 I decided to stop eating meet and fish. This was in part because of the cruelty that I perceived in the act of eating flesh from other creatures and also because my family were ravenous meat eaters. I didn’t want to be just like them… when I turned 23 I ate a steak. Just like that. It was wonderful. It had been so long. After that I ate as much flesh as possible: especially raw fish. I loved raw fish. Five years ago I took a vow: I was no longer going to eat meat of any kind. It was too cruel and not how I wanted to live my life. My wife and I made a pact.

Nung Hsin Hu’s film Meet made me laugh (nervously), and think of clowns, Chucky, Stanley Spencer and the Smiths. I hate Morissey. He’s a real whiner. But I appreciate his anti-meat eating stance. Nung Hsin Hu’s film is like a bad circus: scary, low-tech and very very dark. You can’t really see for the blackness but the ideas are rich – you can almost smell the flesh. To be honest I miss sashimi.

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Comment on the review from Jordan Baseman