



Anniversary weekends are meant to be romantic; this one feels like a trap with nice upholstery. A couple retreat to a remote, absurdly swish cabin, and Osgood Perkins opens with a cold jolt that primes you to watch the edges of the frame.
The best stretch is the everyday nightmare: someone turning up uninvited, and everyone pretending it’s fine because manners exist. The boyfriend’s cousin arrives like he owns the place, pushing past boundaries with a grin. His girlfriend barely speaks, then warns her about the boxed chocolate cake. She eats it anyway, then keeps picking at it, and the film slips into a woozy half-awake fog.
Perkins is great at “hang on… what was that?” dread, and Tatiana Maslany sells the wobble with dry humour and real vulnerability. But once it drifts into abstraction, it starts to feel like vibes looking for a spine. I came away impressed, slightly underfed.