That is the horror of the film.
There is a specific kind of anxiety that lives in the compression artifact. It’s the digital equivalent of a VHS tape wearing thin. It’s the smear of color where a face used to be. It is, fittingly, the exact emotional frequency that Jane Schoenbrun’s masterpiece, I Saw the TV Glow , operates on.
The Hiss of the Dial: Why Watching I Saw the TV Glow in x265 is the Definitive (and Most Disturbing) Experience
Let’s be honest: a pristine 4K Blu-ray looks gorgeous. The neon purples of the TV studio pop. The suburban lawns are immaculately manicured. But I Saw the TV Glow isn’t about beauty; it’s about decay.
Are you losing your mind? Or are you just watching a scene with low luminance and high motion?