Sagnant

The scouts

Everyone's going to recoil from the student-teacher premise and miss what Dunyó actually does here—she doesn't exploit the transgression, she weaponizes the viewer's discomfort as the film's primary material, which is either brilliant or insufferable depending on whether you trust her.

Dunyó works in the lineage of provocative European coming-of-age cinema (Bresson, perhaps Haneke), where formal restraint around explosive subject matter becomes its own kind of statement; the editing and framing choices discipline what could've been sensationalism into something architecturally rigorous.

The film's entire precision hinges on one decision—how to shoot Virgi's face during the moments of rupture—and whether that choice lands as genuine psychological documentation or calculated provocation determines everything about what you're actually watching.