Of all the deranged images in Infinity Pool, there was one that became catnip to a certain sect of filmgoers months before its release: the sight of Alexander Skarsgård, that famously Adonic Swede, crawling around on all fours, bound by a leash and glaring maniacally into the distance.
The film's premiere at Sundance only fuelled the imperishable flames of a thousand hungry genre fans. Skarsgård, ever the red carpet renegade, once again donned a dog collar, headline after headline reporting on the sartorial choice with febrile breathlessness.
