Director Quentin Dupieux made a film called Rubber about a killer tyre. So, it is no surprise to find him telling a tale of a man’s smouldering infatuation with a suede jacket. When the jacket tells him it wants to be the only jacket in the world – Georges is up to the task and sets about it with bloodthirsty enthusiasm dispatching those who won’t hand over their jackets with a blade from a ceiling fan.
There are echoes of Denis Wheatley’s black comedy Sightseers as well as the deadpan absurdity of Luis Buñuel. You’ll see nothing like it this, or perhaps any year.