That first drop of blood seeping between the flawless, sterile tiles is silent proof of how an ordinary shaving routine can spiral out of control. In this short film, Martin Scorsese locks the camera in a cramped bathroom and transforms the reflection in an ordinary mirror into a scene of terrifying physical transformation. Every sound of the razor echoing in the silence carries an implicit reaction to the dark political atmosphere of the era and the devastating effects of the Vietnam War. The damage a young man inflicts on his own face traps the viewer in a tense and suffocating close-up isolation.