‘The Duke of Burgundy’ writer-director Peter Strickland returns with a methodical, malevolent piece of cinematic couture.

The director of Berberian Sound Studio and The Duke of Burgundy, returns with a haunting ghost story set against the backdrop of a busy winter sales period in a department store. Obliquely split between two distinct tales in a dreamy divide reminiscent of David Lynch’s Lost Highway, Strickland’s film is populated with an idiosyncratic array of indelible characters and imagery.

From a lonely divorcee to the wife of a washing machine repairman with a thousand-yard stare, dissatisfied souls float through a mesmerizing miasma of surreal sights and sounds, sporadically punctuated with bursts of disorienting collage-montage evoking the experimental works of Arthur Lipsett.

Reviews

A sensuous, surreal and hysterical tour de force... Never has a garment of clothing invoked such terror and fascination, from the explicit erotic power of its crimson red, to the way that it eerily hangs in space, like a ghostly voyeur.