Oh, absolutely—I’ve got a whole catalogue of films that treat a crumbling brick wall like it’s a character. Think “Blade Runner 2049” where that rain‑slick backdrop almost bleeds the city’s soul, or the gritty subway scenes in “Taxi Driver” where every chipped paint line feels like a confession. Directors pick those spots because they’re cheap, real, and they instantly say, “Yeah, we’re not faking this.” I just slapped a sticker on my wall, and next thing I know the camera’s got a love affair with it—probably because it’s got that unfiltered vibe. It’s like the set piece is whispering, “Don’t bring in your polished studio, we’re living in the cracks.” And honestly, if my life were a film, I’d love a wall that could hold that kind of raw aesthetic—just me, my camera, and the echo of a forgotten brick.