You know you’re in safe, or maybe unsafe, hands when a film makes you laugh and wince in the same breath. Twinless is a confident psychological dark comedy about the stories we tell ourselves and the daft, desperate things we do to feel whole.
It starts as a quippy therapy-room character study, then takes a sharp turn into something thornier. The real pull is the odd, slightly dangerous chemistry between the two leads. One actor I’d mentally filed under “lightweight” suddenly looks like the real deal. The central character is both sympathetic and unnerving, and their exchanges crackle with clipped, needling dialogue that nods towards Pinter without full-on cosplaying him.
Visually, it’s more than competent coverage: the framing, running gags and little flourishes all plug into the mind games, with the mood occasionally edging into neo-noir. Even when the script ducks its very darkest options, Twinless still feels like the work of someone who knows exactly how to make you squirm.