As a queer man who spent years closeted, I understand how much life can exist beneath the surface and hidden away.

Repression becomes architecture. Silence becomes labyrinth.

I remember the safety in mythology I felt when I was a teenager, the escapism of opening up of a world other than the one I was enduring felt reassuring.

This film externalises that psychological space, tracking an alternative interpretation of Theseus and the Minotaur onto the London Underground, clashing mythology with realism.

The Underground shifts from terror to refuge. The monster is not slain - it is acknowledged and thus freed