Last Thursday I saw Headhunters, the blackly comic Norwegian thriller, at Gloucester's Guildhall.
It's a quirky and unusual tale of a businessman-turned-art-thief who bites off far more than he can chew when he crosses an ex-Special Forces mercenary. It has a similar tone to Scorsese's After Hours, in the way that an ever-escalating series of almost surreal catastrophes is heaped on the protagonist's head.
You can read my review at the Guildhall's website here. Thanks to the Film Club's Chloe for posting my inconsequential scribblings.