Well. That was disturbing.

I think I might even have nightmares. It takes a certain type of talent to carry an entire film with only yourself and a single set, but David Oyelowo, of Selma fame, plays it off to shocking effect. I stumbled upon Nightingale a few nights ago while burning the midnight oil, intent on simply having the movie play in the background while I worked. But I found myself caught up in the gripping tale as I watched Oyelowo’s psychotic character document himself on social media videos, engage in conversations with a mirror, and conjure up elaborate relationships that devastatingly jarred with reality. This film is black, haunting, and unredeeming. You may want to watch this with a friend. And sleep with the lights on.