[Fleur Fortuné's] film feels icily disengaged from other people's ideas, pondering them at a remove – as an opportunity for the actors, a costume brief, a means to an end.

Written by Mrs & Mr Thomas (aka Nell Garfath-Cox and Dave Thomas), the film starts from a sharply focused premise, before turning increasingly wayward; it ends up feeling like a Black Mirror episode extended long beyond its punchline.

Vikander, perhaps recognizing how tantalizingly different this type of role is for her, turns Virginia into an unsettling tour de force of disciplined abandon.

It had me. In a time when so many things feel derivative and recycled, there’s something here that feels refreshingly original, powered by three strong performances.