There’s something strangely comforting and yet oddly disturbing about watching Barbara Rappaport chop an onion. There’s a ritualistic way that the old woman prepares her dinner, humming about the apartment, rustling about her pots and pans. You’d almost think it was a typical day in the life of an ordinary woman. Until you notice how she avoids the window. Actually, by the time this scene takes place, we’re already in somewhat of a sinister mindset….