Mister Lonely, Harmony Korine's bizarre film about a group of celebrity impersonators who hole up in a castle in Scotland, gives The Cottage a respectable run for its money in terms of making no sense at all. The ragtag group bumble around their Perthshire estate in costume like the terminally insane at a fancy-dress party. The Pope is married to the Queen. Charlie Chaplin looks like Hitler. And Marilyn Monroe (played by Samantha Morton at her unhinged best) falls in love with Diego Luna's moony Michael Jackson.

It's a dreamy and thoroughly baffling film poem, which inexplicably nips off to Panama now and again to film Werner Herzog pretending to be a priest. There are spectacular shots of sky-diving nuns falling through space in their pale blue smocks. A confused script turns up now and again to remind the cast that they are meant to be rehearsing for a local theatrical extravaganza. James Dean's flock of sheep drop dead one night. The message, I think, is that you have to learn to take these kinds of tragedies in your stride.

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