Stripped Down

Lacks the delicate tonal control and subtle smarts required for such an intended half-surreal exercise.

It's a thriller, it's a strip-club soap opera, it's an inner-child reclamation inspirational - it's really unpleasant to look at.

The onslaught of optical effects and deafeningly expressive foley suggest a voyage through a pinball machine piloted by the director Tony Scott.

Stripped Down seems to prove, if other films hadn't already for you, that a director haunted by traumas and wrestling with demons doesn't necessarily produce artistically substantial films.