Strung

A violinist takes a prestigious tutoring post with an elite family and finds the job description quietly rewriting itself. The dread here is built from proximity — the closed doors of wealth, the strangeness of people who are never quite explained — and a musician's disciplined ear becomes the thing that notices what is wrong first. At nearly two hours, the film has the patience to let unease accumulate long before it agrees to name itself.

This suits viewers who like psychological thrillers that stalk rather than sprint: slow-tightening, performance-driven, more interested in the erosion of a person's certainty than in jolts. Expect a deliberate opening stretch, atmosphere doing much of the heavy lifting, and a growing sense that safety and sanity are being negotiated at the same time. If chamber-scale suspense and stories about outsiders inside gilded houses appeal to you, settle in with the lights low.