A film that, in time, will become recognised as one of the first pandemic films – masks seem de rigueur in every shop and on every street corner and there’s even nods to social distancing – the final third returns to Cilibiu’s increasingly fraught situation.

At a parent-teacher conference, she finds herself in a kangaroo court as others debate whether the sex tape is scandalous and Cilibiu should lose her job. Moral indignation, self-righteousness and hypocrisy on an industrial scale are the order of the day, although Jude doesn’t offer a straight outcome. Instead, he amps up the satire, exploring three alternate bizarre endings.

There’s something Monty Python-like about this whole exercise, as Jude pokes and prods everything from Communism to Christianity. It’s very much a case of throwing contemporary society against the wall and seeing what sticks.

Typical of Jude’s anarchic humour, he also borrows from the John Waters playbook with a frenzied sequence featuring giant dildos and concludes with a colourful, cheery pop homage to philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein.

Dig deep and you’ll find critiques of Romanian society, but whether viewers outside his native country will appreciate the film – daring, daft, messy and mischievous – is hard to gauge. One thing’s for sure: you won’t have seen anything else like it.