An inscrutable noir tragedy vaguely Lynchian without the omnipresent droning, at times absurd, always beautifully photographed and, for distinct stretches, completely confusing, Black Coal, Thin Ice is a genuinely difficult film to relax into, but a captivating watch nonetheless.
Telling the story, over a number of years, of a mysterious killer who leaves the body parts of his victims strewn across various far-flung locations, the film shifts through its plot, often not waiting for you to catch up. The gun-work is visceral, the locations evocative and the dialogue minimal. You’ve been warned.
