Green aura surrounds desire, from Madeleine’s coat to the spectral hotel room, tinting obsession as something both fated and artificial. When the color repeats, it feels like déjà vu weaponized. The audience recognizes a pattern the characters misread as destiny, and dread gently accumulates.
Flashes of crimson slice into composed frames, marking shame and memory with almost physical force. Because set dressing stays restrained, each appearance lands like a siren. We do not simply see a hue; we endure a body remembering what it wants to outrun.