There is a gaping black hole in the centre of this film. I’m not exactly sure what caused it, but it’s one of – or a mix of - Kristoffer Borgli’s inability to write a script with due complexity, his emotional immaturity, or myopia when it comes to looking outside of his privilege.
Which is a shame, as it’s wonderfully directed and edited to perfection. And the Zendaya/Pattinson combo is astonishing.
But Borgli fumbles the story. None of the characters…