About 2/3 of the way through this one as I write this and about ready to turn it off. So far the movie consists of Tilda Swinton looking like she’s barely keeping together while being taunted first by random strangers, and then by a young son with a Hannibal Lecter-like ability to devise cruel ways to psychologically torture her. No sign of a plot yet, though. [Sat through it all. Kid to a teenager, gets more cruel and violent. This movie has nothing to say, it’s more an impressionist piece, but so unpleasant that that doesn’t redeem it. Spotted Steven Soderbergh’s name in the closing producing credits, not surprised at all. I don’t think I’ve ever liked one of his movies.]
