When it quickly becomes obvious that the set is another character, you’re either dealing with utter crap or potential brilliance. In this case, the latter. The motel room setting of Bug is appropriately clausterphobic and sad when it is just Agnes’ home-and-hideout from her tragic past; briefly it is then a scene of shabby hope when her cracked knight Peter appears on scene, but not much later it is an alien landscape of tinfoil and blacklight bug lanterns that both illustrates and intensifies how far off the deep end these two doomed lovers have taken each other.

Under these strange light occur some of the most amusing conversations about insects I’ve ever heard… what is an aphid.. it’s like a bedbug, well more like a louse, you mean lice? Plant lice. Oh, like termites. No, termites are more like thrips. What’s a thrip? etc. Before long half the phylum has been described, in desperate and frenzied terms; the bug fancier in me laughed even as I empathized with horror.

Also notable is a menacing cameo by Harry Connick, Jr. who is handsome as ever but really quite scary.

This is not a film for everyone, but if you’re the type who doesn’t mind spending a few hours inside a paranoid schizophrenic’s head give this one a try.