Same here. In addition to the uncanny valley eyes he also moved in a very jerky fashion and the film techniques were fucking Dali-esque, suddenly speeding up or zooming in out of nowhere.

Plus the cold, hollow eyes of the average Briton as they go about their lives in the gulag without walls, scavenging for cigarette butts among the council housing projects, stopping only momentarily to observe a passing yellow driverless vehicle thirty years out of place before going back to patiently queuing for the next fifty p drag of the dead man in front of him like a squad of soviet children heading into battle with a single rifle, just existing, condemned to existing in Britain.