This is a spiky satire on contemporary bourgeois correctness. Two couples meet in a New York apartment to agree a course of action following an incident involving their 11 year old sons.
The dialogue is agonisingly tense, the atmosphere claustrophobic and confrontational. Each of the our characters clash with the other protagonists. Rifts between couples emerge, and the men and women form allegences against the opposite sex. No-one supports anyone, and the 'meeting' descends into an alcohol-fuelled brawl - far worse than any playground children's dispute. The characters are each hideous in their own way. At first, they are composed and conceal their innermost thoughts and opinions, but as the film progresses every nasty, destructive judgmental comment spews forth,
The script is smart and the acting superb. I particularly liked the symbolism used throughout. Items, including a mobile phone, tulips, art books, trousers and a handbag are destroyed. The verbal punch-ups are interrupted throughout by mobile and phone conversations - everyone stops fighting and remains seething, waiting for the call to finish.
It was an uncomfortable hour, but an intriguing one and fascinating to the middle classes - like watching ourselves distort in a hall of mirrors into the grotesque characters that lurk behind the veneer in most of us. Scary.