La Silla

The scouts

Grief-haunted-by-ghost is basically the opposite of what I'm looking for—it's the premise everyone expects from this setup—but Noriega's refusal to explain or resolve the paranormal anchor keeps it just weird enough to avoid the greeting-card eulogy trap.

The film understands its lineage: spectral domestic horror filtered through the grammar of arthouse cinema, where the uncanny emerges not from jump scares but from the architecture of ritual and repetition—a disciplined exercise in what Kiarostami or Tsai Ming-liang might do with loss.

The whole thing turns on the decision to film the repetition itself—same hour, same space, accumulating dread through formal constraint rather than plot—and that structural choice alone transforms a stock premise into something that feels genuinely haunted.