In Fabric

Strickland frequently tests viewers' patience, but his off-putting sensibility is powerful enough to make In Fabric as mesmerizing as its subject: salesmanship as a sinister, inescapable form of hypnosis.

I was mesmerized.

This is not the film to see if you're after a sleazy good time. It's more like a game of hunt the symbol, with possible interpretations scattered so thickly it is hard to pick just one.

"In Fabric" is bespoke horror for a discerning and self-selecting clientele.

For giallo fans in particular, the surreally voyeuristic experience of In Fabric is visually engrossing and unshakably uncomfortable.

At its best, In Fabric achieves a density that transcends weirdness to become authentically alien-nightmare stitched into its very tissue.

Its been some time since a film so purely arthouse has had a cinema release and I'm here for it.

…well acted, mounted and designed, and defiantly weird in a way that will leaving you talking for hours/days/months afterwards…

Through its exploration of commodification, the feature humorously satirises our obsession with endless acquisition, no matter what the cost.

In Fabric, with its focus around the role of consumerism in our modern world, is perhaps (Strickland's) most successful outing so far when it comes to marrying a sharp social criticism with tender remorse for the faceless victims of our society.