The Surfer’s dysphoric madness is purposeful, its structure disorienting, and its central performance unapologetically feral. But for those willing to paddle out into deeper, more turbulent waters, it truly stands as a mesmerising devolution into psychedelic bedlam.

The cast of Thunderbolts* being played as antiheroes does a decent job of shaking up the superhero formula enough, while remaining true to its roots for fans of the genre.

There are a few funny jokes and the ending is very sweet, but they unfortunately they can’t save this banquet from feeling like a slog.

There are few films that you will watch like director and writer Ye Lou’s docufiction, An Unfinished Film.