Murnau studies a horror that is shown through subjective perception and the assimilation of fright as the conclusion of past, even generational, suffering: a shadow that gets a hold of our heart, a reality from afar that responds directly to the still present images of a nightmare, the images of misery and death brought through the plague and sickness spread through rats and their representation in an human form (or should it be in imaginary form?).

This film is like watching death through the eyes of God.

The 80s as a neon filter of 90s and 00s bad filmmaking. Insulting.

All the elements of this film contribute to show a certain paradox: humanity inside the usually shown as mechanical, automatic complexities of organised crime or its pursuers; intimacy in the eyes of a digital camera that constantly displays cold colours through constant (yet not shaky) movement and zoom ups. Fire inside the ice, the heart inside the artifacts. What's the result?

A non-stop flow of electricity through its veins, an incredibly brutal depictment of what lies beneath what lies beneath Miami's shore.

It's incredible that this movie works without failing in one way or another, but it does.