Visually, the film loves contrast. Dust-choked villages and neon-lit backrooms coexist in the same frame, a visual shorthand for a world where ancient loyalties and new-money greed collide. The cinematography frames power like something tactile—closer to a bruise than a throne—showing us how politics in this universe is enacted in fists, phones, and the cold calculus of betrayal. There’s no pretense of subtlety in the palette: ochres for the past, chrome for the present, and red—always red—for consequence.