A dimly lit parlour. Black and white photographs spread across a round table. Whisky untouched. Someone knows something, and everyone in the room is pretending they don't.Parlour was conceived as a tribute to the slow-burn tension of 1930s British crime cinema, where what goes unsaid carries more weight than any confession. We cast the location first: a private members club in the city center, unchanged since the war. From there, everything followed, the wardrobe, the blocking, the long silences between cuts. No camera movement. Let the faces do the work.