All films are weird really. One is presented with a series of still images, one after the other, so fast that the brain thinks they are moving. Take that Zeno.
The last two films I saw both count as weird with the caveat that weird is a little in the eye of the beholder: Breaking Dawn and Beowulf.
Breaking Dawn, which starts off as soporific teen-vamp romance - memorably summarised as one girl's hormonal choice between necrophilia and beastiality - morphs halfway through, hallucinating scenes from a much darker place. Kristen Stewart visibly and convincingly wastes away as an undead baby grows within her. She is temporarily revived by quarts of blood served up in a fast food soda carton and her complicated labour is simplified by her husband who injects vampire venom into her heart and then carves the baby out of her womb with a carving knife killing her in the process.
Beowulf offers us a Geat warrior who sounds like an east-end thug. Naked, obviously, he makes a monster shrink by punching it in the ear, shags its mother, thereby fathering a dragon who he then kills.
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