Noé’s cinematography is an assault and an invitation. Low, whirling lenses and aggressive color grading toss the viewer into an abyss of red and neon; long, disorienting steadicam passages create a sense of inescapable momentum. The sound design compounds this—bass-heavy, thunderous, intrusive—so that each blow or shout lands like a physical strike. The notorious tunnel sequence and the elevator scene are exercises in prolonged, almost ceremonial tension: silence and sound trade places, and the camera’s refusal to cut intensifies every heartbeat and misstep into testimony.