Clinical minimalism at its absolute peak. The blinding, bleached-out white rooms feel so sterile they burn your eyes, giving negative space an actual physical weight. Robert Duvall’s shaved head paired with those reflective chrome faceplates makes every single composition look like a luxury fashion house campaign from an alternate timeline. The sound design rattles your teeth while the camera just hangs there, cold and unblinking. It turns totalitarian isolation into pure, terrifying museum art.
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