In a time when the truth is more subjective than ever before, what better film to play on your sense of it than Surveillance—a noir, slow reveal of a thing that has you grasping for your cigarettes (even if you don’t smoke). Suffocating in the best possible way, the plot leads you down a dark path, wrests your power out from under you, gains control and leaves you gasping for air, all in the name of “truth”. The word, at best illusive, but mostly slippery, operates on literal and metaphorical levels here to both horror and comic effect. From our administration down to our churches, Jennifer Lynch and Kent Harper’s deliciously bleak take on human nature— complacent, lazy, stupid, lying, addicted, arrogant, corrupt—makes a strong case for our sorry lot getting what they deserve whether it be natural disaster, economic downturn, or serial killers lurking on a desert road. The actual plot can’t be discussed without giving too much away, but I will say it’s a nail biting good time. Check it out.