A man steps onto a bimah, a raised stage in a grand, empty synagogue under moody, dimmed overhead lighting. His shadowed face is obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. The scene is shot with a wide lens, conveying the sense of depth and isolation within the vast space. The grandeur of the interior is beautifully balanced by the man’s Klepto-esque insouciance; he takes out a vintage pocket watch stolen earlier, which glows faintly in the muted light. The scene has a cold color palate of blues, grays, and blacks. There’s a sudden movement to a quick over-the-shoulder shot framing the entrance door, creating suspense. The man drops the pocket watch, and the camera follows the watch falling with a high-angle shot, its ticking echoing in the silence, its glow slowly snuffed out as it lands on the polished wooden surface of the stage. The shot is a dithyrambic cinematic concerto, capturing elements of spirituality, mystery, and transgression.