
After being the sole unfortunate witness to a domestic quarrel that ends up in murder, Patrascu finds himself at odds with two very close neighbors: one is the bizarre murderer. The other is his very own conscience.
This film feels like a suffocatingly close-up, quiet dread. Every creak of the floorboards and hushed conversation amplifies the paranoia. It’s a slow descent into the unsettling feeling of being trapped with your own thoughts and the unsettling proximity of evil.
















