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The scouts

A psychologist-office setup sounds like therapy-drama comfort food, but Rodríguez Gomar's withholding of what Victoria actually *did* is a genuine subversion—the film trusts us to sit with absence instead of revelation, which most genre players would never risk.

The film's formal restraint—its refusal to dramatize or explain—places it in conversation with minimalist European cinema and the post-Haneke school of psychological inquiry, though it risks leaning too heavily on ambiguity as substitute for insight.

That expressionless gaze is everything: a single directorial choice to keep the camera fixed on a face that reveals nothing transforms what could be forgettable therapy-room talk into genuine unease, making the viewer's discomfort do all the narrative work.