Lukas Moodyson (Show Me Love, Together, Lilya 4-Ever) goes arthouse; one long stream-of-consciousness monologue about bodies, celebrities, religion, sex and everything else, almost inaudibly recited over grainy black-and-white footage of a man and a woman picking through the debris of the early 21st century. Occasionally captivating, but I just don't have the tools for this.

Although I have scored some movies lower than this, I can't think of a single one I would less want to sit through again than this piece of tripe. Nonsensical, interminably boring, and devoid of any merit. Fails on all levels to be at all watchable. Moodysson, I forgive you, you have made some genius films (excluding this one).