Despite of the apparent, over-the-top fingerpointing in this film, I like what’s between the surface and the lines here: Swinton’s deadpan expression, the technical changes in direction where technicalities don’t matter (but the film as a whole does), the soundtrack (thank you, Johnny Greenwood) is vivid yet out-of-the-way and the Kevin character is interesting. By the way, any story that’s about children who don’t behave like the Disney dreams that they sometimes are portrayed as, is good in my book from the get-go; toddlers are zombies and kids are individuals, and as such (and human) they can be just as nasty as 5-80 years later. All in all: very fine, but I can’t help but wish for this to have been a more subtle, intelligent film, i.e. not catering so much but letting one think by oneself.