A man wakes up in a pool of blood. Quickly realizing that it’s not his own, he washes up, stumbling out the door to his job as a driver’s instructor.

This opening speaks volumes of this work – little details are provided from the outset, but as the story unfolds, we are given glimpses of the horror that has occurred. The film is entirely driven by the unanswerable question – what does one do when they’ve already done that which cannot be taken back.

In introducing his film to the audience, the director referenced the conversation that a suicide jumper has in his head before he hits the ground – this film is that conversation, the strange world of purgatory between commission of a heinous act and the inevitable retribution that’s to come.

Where most films would skip over this part, this film lives entirely in this space, the in-between of survival, guilt, remorse. It is here that the character becomes the most animal. It might not make for the more “fun” film of the festival, but it’s one of those unique experiences that you get at TIFF every year.