Brilliant, almost-unwatchable Cinéma vérité with a terrific performance by Olivia Colman as a 'normal' damaged woman, daughter, mother, professor of comparative linguistics, intent on keeping creepy people at bay. Why did she go to a bleak Greek island swarming with horrible 'visitors' and screeching children ? She's trying (bleakly) to be normal, I guess. This is perhaps the ultimate anti-romantic film - and a salutary kick up the arse for the film industry. There is a wonderful (quite irrelevant) line about translating Yeats into Italian : 'chocolate on chocolate'. Well, this is a film for people who actually think from time to time.