The Lobster is a daft little tale fashioned from sharp imagination that jabs at societal pressures in an uncommon manner. And, most importantly, the absurd character conundrums allow for imaginative humor throughout.

During his initial interview at The Hotel, David (Farrell) long pauses, speculating with which sex he has a better chance. As we progress, the moral lessons suggest fable, especially when former Hotel guests wander the woods as exotic animals. Then, the humdrum delivery of each subtly twisted thought explains many awkward behaviors, lending reason to Limping Man (Ben Whishaw) intentionally slamming his nose on the side of the pool.

It is a technically constructed film from the score to the dialogue. We are allowed to comprehend the oddity of this circle, and The Loners outside, and accept it as almost normal with the film’s only flaw being an overthought final journey to the provocative Shakespearean-like ending.

The acting style is fascinating with Farrell leading the campaign as all involved epitomize slightly uncomfortable interactions. The film takes all expectations and dowses them with even more weirdness. Although The Lobster cannot quite claw its way into the Film Clas elite, it grasps a respectable 4.4 napkins out of 5.