Eliza Janssen

You’ve never seen a film about a swimmer that’s anything like The Chronology of Water, the bold and visually audacious directorial debut of Kristen Stewart, adapted from a memoir by Lidia Yuknavitch. A sports movie this most certainly is not: there’s no big race to prepare for, no triumphant finish, or even a clear narrative trajectory.

Bringing dinosaurs into the world inevitably requires some kind of narrative logic. A mad scientist-type quest to recreate them, for instance, perhaps somewhere for our amusement, perhaps some kind of amusement park, perhaps some kind of Jurassic Park.

The awesomely twisted new feature from trans filmmaker Jane Schoenbrun has been billed as a “queer meta-slasher”, which doesn’t exactly clear things up. But it does indicate a film gloriously unable to be pigeonholed and categorised.