is a profoundly annoying film. Believe it or not, this is meant as the highest compliment. Writer/director Filip Jan Rymsza probably wouldn’tit that way, but he’s made a rare example of a movie enhanced by intentional sustained irritation. Think of it as the reverse of a cookout in hot weather when the blood-sucking nuisances the film’s title derives from are out in full force. There’s truly nothing like a swarm of mosquitos to ruin your picnic. Not even surprise tropical storms compare.
He brings another guest home with him from the party: A mosquito, which deftly avoids the swing of his newspaper when he tries to kill it and quickly turns still water in a glass into a nursery for more mosquitos, which beget more mosquitos. Before long, Richard’s pad is inhabited by thousands of tiny winged roommates, his whole body is peppered by bites and his grip on his sanity rapidly erodes.