In Chevalier, six successful men on a luxury Aegean boat trip end up in the ultimate contest.

For the best part of three decades, Greek cinema was represented by the impossibly high brow of Theo Angelopoulis.

His majestic, long slow moving, (or boring), meticulously composed epics would be ushered past the queue at Cannes, receive five star reviews in the proper papers and mesmerise rows of largely empty seats in up market, subterranean cinemas for a week.

He’s gone now and so has most of the financing; now the profile of Greek art house cinema relies on the sarky slithers of surreal discontent made by Yorgos (Dogtooth, Lobster) Lanthimos, films so cranky and scathing they wouldn’t dream of sharing with you what was bugging them.

In Chevalier, six successful men on a luxury Aegean boat trip end up in the ultimate contest.

Like a giant time and motion study they measure every aspect of their performance and judge who’s best.

It’s by Lanthimos’s associate producer and though superficially her film shares the detached, opaque manner of his work.

There’s no great mystery it’s a basic allegory about how testosterone driven, male insecurities ruin society, so much so that they are driven to inflict on themselves the same intensely critical scrutiny they have previously directed towards women.

This is all perfectly valid and the film though slickly made and relatively droll seems too pleased with its unremarkable revelations.

Like a comedienne doing her “men, eh,” routine. one woman was laughing uproariously while the men were more muted, and impatient, possibly because there was football on at the time.

Rating: 2/5 stars