It is bizarrely unconvincing as an idea of upper-middle-class London in the 1930s - I think Ishiguro will find that society beauties did not say 'pardon' then and do not now - and the inadequacy can be pinned down to the narrator's voice, and his choice of verbs, as much as the details.
It is bizarrely inappropriate and just plain wrong.
It is bizarrely hard to carve out the eight minutes, or two four-minute intervals, necessary for me to take care of myself and repair the trauma of two births in quick succession.
It is bizarrely incongruous that just days after declaring Zika a "Public Health Emergency of International Concern", WHO also declared that "there's not going to be a lot of problems" in Rio de Janeiro for the Olympics -- a contradiction, obviously.
Yet it is bizarrely personality free.
And the rest of it is bizarrely European, Caribbean and Middle Eastern all at once.
Yet, as a visual form, it is bizarrely lovely, so white and incongruously ethereal, and as art it is... well, there's a question already tripping me up.
Labor Day lacks this film-maker's usual sophisticated wit: it is bizarrely unconvincing, sugary and humourless, like a Walt Disney version of The Night of the Hunter.
