Sofia’s review published on Letterboxd:
A film scrutinising the human condition as it is gradually corrupted, tarnished, ravaged by the lure of wealth. Man is weak, enfettered by his dreams of what could be, failing to look upon what he already has. A tacit agreement, a promise of silence and then one crime spills into another and then another, until relations become painfully frayed, betrayals and blackmails unveiling layers of deeper corruption. And the root of it all; money— a corrosive, corrupting force, infecting the minds of men, consuming their fantasies, inciting the gruesome descent into immorality.
A volatile, emotional man prone to outbursts, crazed by guilt, wracked by a moral hysteria, grappling with neurological difficulties. He struggles with the crime, turning to alcohol, wishing to stifle the agonising guilt, no longer thrilled by the thought of unimaginable wealth. His brother— a man who is level headed, rational, forced into thinking coolly and objectively for the sake of his brother. But even for him the agonising awareness of his own moral decay is too much, and so irrationality, paranoia, distrust starts to seep in, warping his previous collectedness. And so his wife emerges as a Lady Macbeth figure, becoming the spur to prick the sides of his intent, urging him to manipulate his accomplices, tie up the loose threads that would have unveiled their deed.
It is a tale riddled with a dark fatalism, scrutinising the sheer fragility of a world governed by materialities, a world so often entrenched in a societal amnesia— neglecting what’s truly important, elevating fleeting pleasures in a seemingly collective greed. And even the object of their desires, what drove them to crime is gone just as abruptly as it came, but the stains it leaves behind are irreversible, perpetual reminders. Guilt is not so easily stifled, stability not so easily attained; it takes more than a little water to clear them of this deed for they are in blood steeped in too far.