An initially perplexing mind-meld of pulp genre and heady concepts that eventually coalesces into something truly unique. I’m a big fan of Carol Morley’s previous two films, Dreams of Life and The Falling, and this continues her notion of attacking both genre and reality with the same psyche-soaked filmmaking impulses. It’s not often you find a piece of hard boiled detective fiction that concerns itself with black holes as well as bullet holes. Morley challenges gender norms and genre norms on the same eclectic canvas. By the end, even the imagery itself spins off into the cosmos. It’s a struggle to stay tuned in for the whole thing, but you can’t deny that this aspires to be, and frequently is, an off-key wonder.