Challenging, strange, and utterly captivating from start to finish, Sanctuary takes the relationship between a pathetic, wealthy man and a desperate, plucky young woman—a relationship built on consensual acts of sexual humiliation—and makes it so much more dynamic and entertaining than it has any right to be. The film takes place entirely in one hotel suite over the course of one night, becoming a series of increasingly absurd psychological scenarios, as the characters wrestle over ideas of power, shame, and identity by concealing and roleplaying various parts of themselves. It's a wild take on several different genres that director Zachary Wigon is able to effortlessly weave together with excellent pacing, stunning visuals, and two truly committed performances from Christopher Abbott and a wonderfully unhinged Margaret Qualley.

It'll never happen because the Academy seems to be allergic to films like this, but Margaret Qualley deserves to be leading any early conversations about who should win Best Actress next. This is a role that demands so much from a performer, requiring them to stretch to several different extremes while still remaining cunning and threatening, but never devolving into a caricature of themselves. And throughout Sanctuary, Qualley masterfully piles one layer of performance on top of another, resulting in a completely three-dimensional character whom you're never sure you can totally trust—but one whose every facet (even the false ones) seem totally authentic.