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Gird your loins: Lukas Moodysson's latest art ordeal is here, and although it's less likely to make you physically sick than Hole In My Heart, it's no return to the loveliness of Together, either. The film comprises a montage of creepy, black and white sequences, most of them featuring an overweight transvestite blundering through some derelict buildings. The only sound is Jena Malone's stream-of-consciousness, paranoid-schizophrenic monologue, which may or may not represent the transvestite's inner voice.

It's more engaging than it sounds, I promise.