A masterpiece of ambiguity. Not a whodunit, but a why-don’t-we-know-and-what-does-that-say-about-us? Essential viewing for anyone who has ever loved, argued, or tried to write a life into a neat box.

The final shot is of Snoop, the dog, lying in the doorway. Earlier, Daniel had to force-feed the dog medicine to save its life after a poisoning accident. The parallel is clear: the family has survived, but the poison of doubt remains.

The film’s title is deliberately clinical—an “anatomy” is a dissection, a cutting apart to understand. But what Triet dissects is not a body; it is the myth of the knowable self. By the end, we know Sandra no better than we did at the start. And that, the film argues, is the only real truth there is.