Xan Brooks in Guardian UK: After a sunny first week, the films and the weather at the festival start to get a little chillier.

 

Right, the wind is whistling, the sky is lowering, and with one hoppity-skip we're into the second week of the London Film Festival. The past weekend gave us the likes of A Christmas Tale, Franklyn and the well-regarded Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. Today, fittingly, matters turn a degree or two chillier.

 

Might I recommend Tony Manero, which screens tonight at the Greenwich Playhouse? It's the tale of a lugubrious Chilean loser who is obsessed with Saturday Night Fever and dreams of laying a glass floor at his local dance studio. This caught a lot of people on the hop when it screened in Cannes earlier this year, I think because they went in expecting a straight culture-clash comedy. And actually Tony Manero is a comedy – it's just that it is so black and brutal and deadpan that you invariably forget to laugh at it. It is a film that creeps under your skin and stays there.