Offbeat, a little unnerving and completely bizarre, Frauds sets a challenging tone for a supposed comedy from the offset with a bit of casual child death. However, when the film in question features Phil Collins talking into a Lego Phone rapidly intercut with extreme closeup shots of the woman on the other end, it's hard not to get invested in the madcap and wacky mania of it all. Stephan Elliott directs the film with a brilliant amount of Ozzy absurdism, the tones don't always mesh well together, jumping from between being a darkly comedic thriller to an outright horror but his pension for visual inventiveness more than makes up for it, playing like a sadistic funhouse ride. The performances all around are great, especially from Hugo Weaving but Collins steals the show and is easily the best part of the film, bringing an exorbitant amount of manic energy to his role, one that feels as if Phil the Shill from Miami Vice had gone completely loco, once again making me wish that he did more live-action roles. Granted the soundtrack is a bit naff, a bit too jaunty here and there and one that really could have used Phil's magic touch, but for all its faults, Frauds is a delightfully deranged little film, certainly a roll of the dice for its viewer but one that's a blast from start to end.
