See You in Hell, My Darling (Nikos Nikolaidis, 1999) — Hell is other people. Even darlings. Especially darlings. Three people are always 2 + 1, which over many iterations reduces to an eternal inviolable 1 + 1 + 1. Hell is isolation. Perhaps in an endless loop, a limbo. Are we there yet, or have we always been? Though if you’re lucky, hell may at leas unfold as a sensual nocturnal fugue throughout a perfectly tenebrous house and garden, forms bathed in Nikolaidis’ immaculate lighting and bleary film stocks, lights on water, lights flaring on glass or over skin.