Paul Rudd and Jenna Ortega in a scene from Death of a Unicorn.Credit:AP
But Alex Scharfman’s first featureDeath Of a Unicorn,brought to us by the upmarket indie distributor A24,is the good-taste version of an innately bad-taste idea.
To be sure,this isn’t a film for viewers with weak stomachs. Unicorn blood flows freely,and it’s hardly a spoiler to say that several characters wind up on the wrong end of those long pointy horns.
The gore is calibrated to be mildly shocking,but also amusing,even for viewers who aren’t hardened horror fans. It’s also just one component of a movie which is also something of a New Age parable,as well as the kind of satire on privilege that currently goes down well with the arthouse crowd.
Paul Rudd is at his most mild-mannered as Elliot,a buttoned-up lawyer in the pay of big pharma,specifically the uber-wealthy Leopold family,who invite him to join them for a weekend at their country estate.
From left,Tea Leoni,Richard E. Grant,Will Poulter and Paul Rudd in a scene from Death of a Unicorn.Credit:AP
Dragged along is his scowling teenage daughter Ridley (Jenna Ortega),a rebel who wears raccoon eye make-up and drops knowledge such as “philanthropy is reputation-laundering for the oligarchy”.
As they drive down a steep mountain road,their car hits a unicorn that winds up dead,or so it appears (in the long tradition of magic-realist “slick fantasy”,they’re startled by this,but not quite as startled as might be expected).