The review

After a faculty party, a history professor and his wife bring a young couple home and do not let them leave. The sport of the marriage is humiliation, done in front of an audience so it counts. There is a child in the stories they tell. I will not explain the child. The explanation is the dawn, and the dawn is the only mercy the film has: one of them says the game out loud and the game, for the moment, stops. It was a large gross for a film this hard, because the wit is real and people mistake wit for company.

Adults, and do not mistake it for company. A young marriage does not need this as a picture of how interesting a terrible evening can look. If you watch it, the rule is that nobody gets to quote the insults later. The insults are the disease. Ask, at dawn, what they were protecting by keeping an imaginary child in the house. The answer is the marriage as a war, which they preferred to no marriage at all. That preference is the sadness. It is not a style.