Often, I like to go into a movie as blind as possible. I do this even more for Oscar-contending films, which are traditionally more artsy, independent, symbolic, innovative, or daring. It can be hit or miss. When it hits, it’s unforgettable. When it misses, I spend my time glancing at the time on my phone, wondering when the borefest will finally end. I am glad I didn’t approach Jonathan Glazer’s (Under the Skin, Birth) fearless The Zone of Interest.