Though eerie and quietly deadpan, the film circles its grab bag of themes for so long that it also becomes tedious.
The film is so perfectly paced, taut, and engrossing that you barely notice when the two stories seamlessly intertwine.
The film’s moral and sociological concerns are hemmed in both by obstructive aesthetic self-consciousness and genre clichés.
Did you hear the one about the gay Icelandic soccer team?