When a bystander is killed during the robbery of a goldmine, the spilled blood stains more than the three men responsible, saturating the tight-knit fabric of their tiny Dominican village, seeping into the landscape itself. In a feature debut that pairs clear-eyed observation with ghostly intelligence, Alfonso Morgan-Terrero takes a familiar story, a dark passage of revenge and bloodshed, and sinks its noirish elements deep into the texture of its surroundings: rough-hewn structures, alleys of broken rock bathed in grimy orange streetlight, and the enveloping green of the forest. Under the film’s hypnotized gaze, kinship, brotherhood, and enmity are blurred and masquerade as one another. -Jonathan Kieran