I haven’t seen a film as uncomfortable as All My Friends Hate Me in years. Uncomfortable, tense, sinister and extremely toe-curling; a credit to its makers and a test of my low cringe-threshold that I’m not sure it passed. It’s a low budget British comedy horror that aims for somewhere between Inside No. 9 and Jordan Peel’s eternally haunting masterpiece Get Out, and does a pretty decent job of hitting its mark.

The premise has nervous tension baked into it: Pete is traveling to an isolated house in the country to combine his 31st birthday celebrations with a university reunion. It’s not a normal sized house, of course; it’s the sort of vast pile that’s been associated with horror since Dracula’s castle, dwarfing its five lonely inhabitants like peas in a beach ball. There’s Pete and his four old friends he’s lost touch with. They’re a horribly posh bunch, called Fig (!?), George, Claire and Archie. George owns the place; Archie is the biggest posh twat of all, who talks in that ridiculously over-the-top voice we all do when taking the piss out of Made in Chelsea or trying to accurately impersonate Jacob Rees-Mogg. He’s a harmless cokehead, but it doesn’t make him any less loathsome, both as a character and an unimaginative caricature, played by Graham Dickson. This is going to be a difficult watch, and things haven’t even got weird yet.

They do once an outsider arrives – Harry, a bloke they found down the pub. Harry is a prick as well. In fact, he’s the worst of all and spends the rest of the film gaslighting Pete, who’s left to stew in his own paranoia while his friends roar at their new mascot’s outrageously common (and shit) jokes/insults.

The movie becomes an uphill psychological battle for Pete as he tries to work out what Harry’s problem is and why he looks vaguely familiar.

Dustin Demri-Burns has a history of playing overly familiar, highly combative dickheads (from estate agent wideboy Julian in Stath Lets Flat to lad DJ Danny Sinclair in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa), and with Harry he slides effortlessly into his niche once again, perfectly playing off his Stath Lets Flats co-star Tom Stourton in the role of bemused Pete (Stourton also co-wrote the script). Perhaps for the first time though, he’s surrounded by characters that truly challenge for the most unlikeable.

Still, while All My Friends Hate Me certainly is an uncomfortable ride to be on, it’s also a genuinely unpredictable one. With a story that twists at a glacial pace, you never know where it’s going… or who you hate the most. There’s nothing for it, you’re just going to have to watch to the end.