Ten-year-old Aurora asks her hitman neighbor to kill the monster under her bed that she claims ate her family. To protect her, he must battle an onslaught of assassins while accepting that some monsters are real.

This sure was a Bryan Fuller movie, that’s for sure—complementary, this time. Let’s put it simply: Dust Bunny is like you took Pushing Daisies, Hannibal, and John Wick and threw them in a blender in the most enjoyable of ways. It’s got a sort of nightmarish dream quality to it where you’re never really sure what’s going on. And in a slower-paced film, it might’ve outworn its welcome. But Fuller gets straight to the point here, immediately throwing audiences into the world of the film and into the thick of this fantasy dreamscape. 

Mikkelsen and Sloan’s chemistry as the curmudgeonly neighbor with a heart of gold and the precocious kid who warms his heart carries the entire film, giving it a semblance of emotional core even as the film ventures further and further into the realm of fantasy. As for the rest of the supporting cast—including the lines of Sigourney Weaver, David Dastmalchian, and Sheila Aron—well, they bring their all to relatively minor roles. 

Nonetheless, it’s a delightful little film. Reminiscent of a dozen others, sure. Occasionally a bit more style over substance, absolutely—as is often the case with Fuller’s work. But at its heart, it’s a thrilling and heartwarming watch. Delightfully strange and unafraid to be wholly itself, however baffling that might be. And there’s a real gift in that.

4.5 out of 5 wands.