For the past several years, British director Ben Wheatley has been making waves in the genre scene with nifty, idiosyncratic low-budgeters like Kill List, Sightseers and A Field in England. High-Rise, an adaptation of J.G. Ballard’s dystopian sci-fi novel, is effectively a showcase for what the man can achieve with a bit more money. It’s the flashiest, slickest thing he’s made yet, visually arresting, impeccably designed -- veritable proof of his directorial brio. But it’s also as disorienting, inscrutable and unrepentant as anything he’s done, featuring slippery plot shifts and nightmarish, tripped-out imagery that’s equal parts Luis Bunuel, Terry Gilliam and Nic Roeg. High-Rise is certainly not going to please all tastes, but if you have the fortitude or patience to simply run with its wild mix of class warfare, brutalist architecture, slimy decadence and societal collapse, it’s one hell of a trip worth taking.