His vision of a ruined New York quickly moves past the initially 9/11-flavored terror of the invasion and leans into otherworldly images of an utterly dead and unrecognizable city that quite often recall the uneasy, sorrowful beauty of Steven Spielberg’s War of the Worlds.
A curious sensation like Sam Mendes’ 1917 comes to mind––wherein the events onscreen are fraught with chaos, yet the lens renders everything perfectly safe because the narrative doesn’t give you anywhere else to go.