Is Lukas Moodysson playing silly buggers? Or is he getting serious? The Swedish director made a glowing career start with the lesbian teen-romance Show Me Love and the high-on-hippie Together, but he’s since bunkered down on the far fringes of avant-garde brain-scrambling. This meandering, monochrome head-movie is right out there. A woman’s voice (that of Donnie Darko’s Jena Malone) seems to come from a hefty man’s body, whispering about culture, politics, religion. Meanwhile, we see black-and-white images of Romanian ruins, empty hospitals and junkyards. Image and voiceover barely seem to meet, hinting at themes of personal fragmentation in the face of modern culture’s multiple guises. Or is this merely Moodysson’s incoherent rant about modern life’s moronic inferno? Would it play better as an installation that you can walk in and out of as you like, rather than a movie that doesn’t move? Either way, it’s wholly singular, if never quite cogent enough to convince you there’s a great deal inside.