Deeply conflicted about his sexuality and his lapses into temptation, Aaron (Alex Crowther) takes decisive action and commits himself to a reparative retreat that promises to curb his impulses. Encouraging its handful of attendees to regain masculinity through a variety of sessions and exercises, the group is presided over by John (Ryan Hollyman), who oscillates between tender placidity and righteous outrage as he manipulates his repressed charges. Simmering with resentment and self-reproach, Aaron is ill-suited to subordination. With its highly calibrated tension, formal precision and unsettlingly inscrutable players, Andrew Stanley’s psychologically rich first feature is a transfixing exploration of the limits of one’s ability to truly change. As we’re left to watch Aaron (imbued with a disquieting sense of doom by Crowther) unravel through immaculately framed shots and long takes (all captured by Jeremy Cox, one of Vancouver’s preeminent cinematographers), Stanley’s demonstrates an assured directorial hand. While intimate in scale, this is undeniably devastating storytelling.