angie’s review published on Letterboxd:
As someone who's been literally tortured, this gets the whole "this is absolutely incomprehensible, filthy, and just sad and upsetting" aspect of torture down really well. Living, breathing, dreaming, speaking beings reduced to meat. Blood and shit and pus.
The old man says, "I just can't take no pleasure in killing. There's just some things you gotta do. Don't mean you have to like it." There's really no better way of putting the societal attitude toward torture of various kinds. On a macro-societal level, that attitude ends in concentration camps. On a smaller level, it's the attitude that enables people to brutalise children or beat their spouses, and enables others around them to look away. None of these things are separate.
Also holy shit that fucking dark ambient / musique concrete / proto-industrial soundtrack rules