Like The Swimmer
The beginning and end of this movie reminded me of the 1968 film adaptation of Carver's The Swimmer with Burt Lancaster. It was so violent without being violent, languid yet filled with tension, I just knew we were in for a story about people with no hope of change. I loved it. In fact, I often try to accomplish this with my own writing: a kind of social commentary from a detached view point depicting upper-middle-class malaise. It isn't always appreciated or understood, though. Glad to see one example that is well-made.
This also, in some ways, reminds me of Lost in Translation. Some people hate it, some love it.
I am not a Frankenstein. I'm a Fronkensteen.