In Order Of Disappearance

When his son is murdered by drug smugglers, Stellan Skarsgård’s snowplower pulls a Charlie Bronson on the Oslo underworld. Hans Petter Moland’s slapstick Nordic noir is leaning between The Counsellor’s straight-faced fatalism and the tongue-in-cheek torture porn of Huge Terrible Wolves, with all the tonal issues that implies.

After bothering to imbue its characters with human quirks (baddie Pal Sverre Hagen might be cinema’s angriest lacto-vegetarian), it massacres them without mercy. It’s not without its moments, but more comic dexterity and less brute force would have made a less choppy watch.