Foe

Lanthimos made a film about a couple in South Africa interrupted by a stranger who arrives to upend their carefully maintained arrangement. It’s exactly as unsettling as you’d expect—dialogue slightly off, light relentless and flat, bodies observed and observing. Mescal and Ronan move through it like they’re in glass. By the end you’re not sure what you actually watched or if understanding it was ever the point. The film works on you anyway, in a way that’s not comfortable but is effective.