Five Star

The scouts

A locksmith's obsession with a five-star review becomes a metaphysical nightmare—it's the kind of premise that sounds ridiculous until you realize it's a perfect inversion of every self-help/gig-economy anxiety thriller out there, and Hasson leans into the absurdity hard enough to make it genuinely unsettling.

The film situates itself in a lineage of Kafkaesque comedy and contemporary absurdism, executing its escalating logic with formal precision; the door becomes an almost Beckettian obstacle, and the tonal control between comedy and dread suggests a filmmaker thinking carefully about register.

The decision to make the door itself the antagonist—refusing resolution through pure object stubbornness rather than plot mechanics—is the kind of economical, almost Zen choice that transforms a low-budget premise into something that feels architecturally sound and weirdly inevitable.