The aestheticization of trauma and sorrow, with self-indulgent nods to Gus Van Sant and Michael Haneke. I was expecting (or rather, hoping for) a final revelation à la Antonio Campos (Afterschool) but the CCTV footage at the beginning is just a MacGuffin and the Google Streetview interludes just redundant (a metaphor for disorientation?). And what about the fog at the end? An homage to John Carpenter?
My son was killed in an apartment fire where his two roommates were able to get out unharmed. There is a scene in this movie where Jesse stops to visit Jonas's father that rings so true to life. The father stops in the middle of fixing coffee to come back into the room with Jesse and kiss him. I recognized that desire to reach out and say, "it's ok. I don't wish it were you. I'm glad you survived."