Synopsis: Class struggle becomes all too real as a young doctor moves into a modern apartment block in suburban 1975 London. Drugs, drink & debauchery dissolve into murder, mayhem and misogyny in this pseudo-post-apocalyptic breakdown of societal norms.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Ben Wheatley
  4 wins & 12 nominations.
119 min


For all its inconveniences,

Laing was satisfied with life

in the high-rise.

Now that so many of the

residents were out of the way,

he felt able to relax.

More in charge of himself.

Ready to move forward

and explore life.

How and where, exactly...

I see the rot's set in.

...he had not yet decided.

Do you fancy a drink?

Cosgrove is here.

All boys together.

Sometimes he found it

difficult not to believe

they were living in a future

that had already taken place.

Oh, Christ!

Oh, bad luck.

Or is it good luck?

I can never remember.


So sorry.

I'm so sorry.


I'll survive.

I don't doubt it.

You're an excellent specimen.

I thought you were empty.

Yeah, I... I just moved in.

I'm Charlotte Melville.

Hi. Sorry,

I must have fallen asleep.

God, I hope we haven't

frightened him off.

- So what if we have?

- I say.

- Yeah?

Why don't you come up later

and have a drink?

- I'm having a party.

- Thanks, I'll try.

What time do you

want us tonight?

- Seven sharp.

- That reminds me.

I haven't given you

your birthday present yet.

You know you're not my type.

Besides, shouldn't you be off

to the television studios?

I'm not their type either.

Come on.

I can't.

I haven't drunk enough yet.

I don't wanna disappoint them.

What is Helen feeding you?


She's too depressed to cook.

I should have married

someone like you.

- Stoic and perfectly breasted.

- Mm.

You know, I'd dearly like to get

in between those thighs of yours

one of these days.

You really are too much

sometimes, Wilder.

Am I?

Has something happened

that could cause a build-up

of negative energy?

My sister died recently.


Yes, of course.

Sorry, it's just people normally

lie here and just... lie.

To get an extra ten minutes,

you know?

I don't have an extra

ten minutes.

"All large rubbish bags...

No large bags."


- I'm sorry?

- They block up the chute.

I don't have any children, so...


They urinate in the pool.

I'll remember that.

Fifty-eight. Male.


Myocardial infarction.

Bit of an old tortoise,

wasn't he?

Respect shouldn't be set aside

with any perfectly natural

feelings of revulsion.

Now, in time you may specialize

in the clinical treatment

of mental illness,

research into its origins,

development or manifestations.

But let's start with

the nuts and bolts.

As you can see, the facial mask

simply slips off the skull.



You've taken a fall.


Yes, I'm afraid I'm not

very good at this sort of thing.

- Slotting in, you mean?

- Yes.

I was rather expecting to find a

certain kind of anonymity here.

Don't worry, people don't

usually care what happens

two floors above or below them.


Charlotte's different. She's on

all sorts of committees.

She said your tenancy

application was very Byronic.

- Did she really?

- Mm.

Well, I'm determined to

get everything right.



- Yes, thank you.

- Come on.

- Helen:
Which floor are you?

- Laing:

One floor down.

- Tennis?

- No, squash actually.

That's 20, I think.

Why here and not

a bachelor pad in town?

An investment in the future,

I suppose.

I felt like I needed a

clean slate to put my mark on.

We're down in the bottom,

in all sorts of shadows.

Most families are.

Real ones, anyway.

You blocked the chute.

- I'm sorry?

- This is Steele. He's in teeth.

You don't know how things

work around here yet, do you?

No, but I'm a fast learner.

I'm an orthodontist,

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