Delusion is a well-shot London drama about obsession. It’s kind of like Taxi Driver or The Talented Mr. Ripley, in that it forces you to see things from the point-of-view of someone who is doing something wrong.

It stars Philip Wolff, in a performance of quiet desperation and angst, as a lonely office worker who spots a vision of a woman (played by Clara Andersson) at the London train station. He finds he can’t stop thinking about her, his work life deteriorates, and he slowly sets about stalking her. This is all played out in virtually dialogue-free scenes shot on location. The sound design and camerawork create an atmosphere of suspense. The jazzy, noirish score puts us on the office worker’s side for as long as it can – he’s a detective, and the girl is his mark – until we find we can go no further with him. From then on, the girl is the hero and the creepy office guy is the villain.

I wish the movie had a more cathartic ending. People always complain about movies being too violent, but I think the opposite is true in this case – the movie isn’t violent enough. Still, the last line definitely has an impact, coming as it does at the tail end of an essentially wordless film.