This article appeared in the May 16, 2025 edition of The Film Comment Letter, our free weekly newsletter featuring original film criticism and writing. The opening-night selection brought its own tweaks to that formula, although they couldn’t overcome its mundanity. It’s hugely claustrophobic, the action only occasionally straying from the ward and into the hectic labyrinth of the wider hospital. This is an intensely imagistic film, with rhythmically recurring motifs—flies, eels, voyeuristic glances through windows and keyholes, the glaring summer sun. It’s unlikely we’ll see much else here that’s as inventive, or as haunting—and one suspects that it’s fated to be quite influential, too.