Peter Jackson’s best film.
I’m not a big fan of the never-ending slog that is the Lord of the Rings six-pack, much preferring his work as a director in his earlier, braver films.
Like this dandy about a pair of girls swept away by obsession, creating a magical fantasy world to which they can retreat.
Things get progressively darker as the duo, loosely based on real-life ’50s Kiwi teen killers, plot the murder of one of the girl’s mothers.
Beautifully-acted and gorgeous to look at, this is like a half-remembered dream.
Jackson should get back to this kind of filmmaking.