Tension escalates real fast in Washington, D.C., when US officials detect a ballistic missile fired from an unknown source towards American soil, as impending dread hangs over the country’s highest-ranking rooms.

Kathryn Bigelow’s urgent ensemble piece boasts incredible tension while fully gripping onto its audience with its singular structure and building of suspense. The director, who also helmed the remarkable Hurt Locker and Zero Dark Thirty, gives A House of Dynamite the same sophistication and attention to detail. Rebecca Ferguson gives the audience their entrance into this incredibly bleak time window. In a movie that could’ve come off as cold and procedural, Ferguson’s humanity and gravitas make us feel like we’re in good hands, as well as a handful of terrific actors like Idris Elba, Anthony Ramos, and Tracy Letts. The proficiency and cooperation the characters demonstrate makes the person behind each role interesting.

The nuances behind this (hopefully forever a) hypothetical situation are compelling, and the film’s secret weapon comes from the unity between the stylistic parts: Bigelow’s direction, Barry Ackroyd’s handheld camerawork, Volker Bertelmann’s potent score, and the meticulous editing. The film maintains both intimacy and sweeping scale simultaneously, focusing on tight spaces with happenings of global implications. Although the ending avoids making a more terrifying stance with its ambiguity, it’s still an expertly crafted and cinematic two hours that I didn’t want to end.