The plot unfolds at a glacial pace, wrapped in layers of fog—both metaphorical and literal—that obscure not just the visuals, but the dialogue as well. Characters murmur cryptic lines into the void, their voices swallowed by oppressive sound design and echoing chambers. At times, it felt less like watching a film and more like trying to decode a ghost's whisper.
Extra star for catching a glimpse of Araon Taylor-Johnson's mighty bulge. 🤗🤗🤗