Singularité

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A two-minute meditation on urban decay that refuses to be about urban decay—Riou's basically trolling the audience's appetite for narrative resolution, and I'm here for it, but it's almost *too* composed for its own good.

Singularité inherits from a lineage of essayistic cinema—the Debordian flâneur, the Tarkovskian digression—where spatial contemplation becomes metaphysical inquiry; the restraint in Riou's framing and the measured pacing feel earned rather than affected.

The film's entire architecture hangs on Riou's decision to hold the camera still while the protagonist moves through these empty towers—it's a single formal choice that transforms what could be atmospheric wallpaper into genuine unease, the space becoming character rather than set.