Many works of art foreground the victims of corruption; fewer investigate the hearts and minds of those who turn their backs. This elegant example, set in a hushed Argentine province in 1975, follows a local lawyer (Darío Grandinetti) who performs the bidding of the country’s tyrannical regime in exchange for money, status, and the ability to maintain a haughty, hypocritical remove from other citizens who oppose his way of life. “Victim” is a dirty word to him, until he starts to feel the repercussions of his actions himself. It’s inside this yawning empathy gap that writer-director Benjamín Naishtat fashions his third feature, though it’s more of a treat for cinephiles than political history buffs. Mixing elements of neo-noirs and spaghetti westerns with a distinctly 70s shooting style, Naishtat and cinematographer Pedro Sotero ensure that each dissolve and crash zoom ratchets up, rather than distracts from, the intricate human drama. What’s more, the combination of the film’s period-authentic production design and earthy color palette with surreal narrative turns and visual flourishes generates a destabilizing effect. It seems to ask: How can one uncouple truth from lies when the two have become so tightly knotted? Naishtat shows where these threads meet and twist, but leaves it up to the viewer to disentangle them. In Spanish with subtitles.