The filmmaker explores the city as a space of constant renewal, where every act of making is followed by demolition. Together they form an unstable closed system, where everything either bears witness or breeds unease. That unease is sharpened not only by the wait for a son’s birth and the rethinking of what it is to be a father, a husband, a man; the world beyond the frame feels unreliable too. Every object that enters the frame has a double life: an outer, literal role (a scaffolding, a hotel room, a balcony, a pavement, the inside of a bus, a poster on a wall, a mother’s womb) and an inner, hidden one, which gives the film its title: Hideaway.