The brilliance of the film lies in the aftermath. Östlund doesn't focus on the disaster, but on the awkward, agonizing silence that follows.

It is surprisingly funny, though the humor is of the "cringe" variety that makes you want to look away from the screen. Final Verdict

Force Majeure is a masterful study of human instinct versus social expectation. It is uncomfortable, provocative, and will likely spark a long debate with whoever you watch it with about what you would have done in that split second.

Set against the clinical, sterile backdrop of a high-end ski resort and punctuated by Vivaldi’s Summer (The Four Seasons), the film feels like a psychological horror movie masquerading as a domestic drama. Why It Works