(Belgium; 88 min.) There’s genuine horror in this Dutch import, which shows a Shyamalanesque use of the uncanny to weigh moral character. Maybe part of the horror is the city backdrop: Rotterdam, which is infamous as the one of the first places of “total war.” The film is a story of bombing, and it ends with such a dread aestheticization of the minute of explosion that it makes Dominic Sena’s similar destruction-porn in Swordfish look a paper bag popping. Exquisitely followed in Steadicam, Rotterdam security guard Sam (Sam Louwyck) lives in solitude in a housing tower. He’s followed to his dull security-guard job. His back is turned on the day a suicide bomber blows up a mall. During the rescue, staggering among the howling wounded in the smoke, Sam’s nerve breaks, and he flees, only to become a specter in a derelict abandoned city, in which a few other wraiths (victims of the bombing) turn up to confess or blame him for not stopping the attack. Sam has a chance to repeat the day’s work and to try to stop it before it happens. Director Koen Mortier comes up with an unsatisfying motivation for the bomber, so much so that the twist doesn’t have that Appointment in Samarra punch that he’s seeking. Cryptic as it is, it’s an eloquent lament for the way humans are trapped in time, and constrained by fate. (RvB)

March 3 at 9:30pm, California Theater; March 7 at 6:30pm, Camera 12; March 10 at 11:45am, Camera 12