In Fabric (2018) – Peter Strickland.

Genre iconoclast Peter Strickland's work is artful, dazzlingly stylised, captivatingly strange, and profoundly sensual, his wickedly compelling euro-horror tone poem 'In Fabric' feels tailor made for midnight movie mavens. At times, unsettlingly bizarre, and teasingly oblique, it is the tantalizingly twisted narrative's raven dark humour that beguiles so absolutely. It's certainly no mean feat tailoring a vintage suburban vista that is both recognizable and massively alien, the department store's diabolical machinations, with its bewitching bevvy of sensually satanic sirens provides for a bespoke trip into a memorably macabre mercantile fantasy. Only indirectly conventional, and often directly sublime, Peter Stickland's decadent, scintillatingly immersive cinema is tactile, and no less deliciously intoxicating than single malted breakfast.