*** ½ (out of 4)
Given how frequently the word is tossed out, it might be lazy of me to say that Yorgos Lanthimos’ The Killing of a Sacred Deer is original. But when it comes to someone like Lanthimos, there’s simply no adjective that better captures his style. This, after all, is the director who had teenagers stabbing cats and calling salt shakers telephones in the over-parenting dramedy Dogtooth – and who recently had bachelors turning into horses and dogs in the dystopian romance The Lobster. Now, in Killing, Lanthimos brings his wacky blend of absurdism and satire to the horror genre, telling the story of a surgeon named Steven (Colin Farrell) who strikes up an eerily close relationship with the son (Barry Keoghan) of a former patient.
From here, it’d be futile to try to describe Killing’s plot in more detail; as with Dogtooth and The Lobster, you have to see it to fully appreciate its surreal nonsensicalness. What can be said, however, is that Killing undoubtedly represents a step up in Lanthimos’ already-exceptional oeuvre.