I rather enjoyed this, though will admit that there were times when I wasn't quite certain what was going on in this taut, psychological drama. Nikolaj Coster-Waldau is an insurance assessor who is diagnosed with a terminal brain tumour. Next thing he is flying to the "Hotel Aurora" a facility set amidst beautiful alpine surroundings, where people have basically paid to live-out their fantasy suicide. The story is relayed in three, overlapping, layers that see him continuing his relationship with girlfriend "Lærke"; his ongoing investigation into an insurance claim against a man missing but not confirmed dead; and his own "reality" now in the facility. It is eerily presented with plenty of tense ambiguity and some strong (if brief) additional contributions from Robert Aramayo and Lorraine Hilton. Not so much a postulation (or judgement) on the rights and wrongs of assisted suicide, more a cleverly stitched amalgam of hopes and fears with a fitting inconclusive conclusion.