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Body-horror metamorphosis minus the usual transgressive winking—Van Maele treats the grotesque as intimate domestic fact, which is almost more unsettling than if he'd leaned into the spectacle. It's restrained in a way that makes the premise actually *work* instead of just provoke.

A disciplined exercise in the uncanny that recalls the Belgian/Flemish tradition of controlled dread (think early Kes energy filtered through surrealist constraint); the morning-after reveal structure is economical filmmaking that trusts the viewer's unease over explanation.

The decision to keep Rosch's transformation oblique—to let the horror live in Sylvie's recognition rather than show us the thing itself—is the entire film, and it's a choice that makes 10 minutes feel inevitable and complete.

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A mysterious illness takes hold of Sylvie’s husband Rosch. The next morning he is no longer the same.