Excerpt: The film sounds like what several cynics have dubbed it: an art-house Species. The difference is that Under the Skin is an exploration and subversion of the unstated theme of Species and its ilk: the fear of female sexuality, and the fantasy scenarios that are all tied up in those fears.
Excerpt: I don’t want all of my science fiction movies to be like “Under the Skin,” but the real greatness of this film is that it is allowed to be what it is against a much larger mainstream backdrop.
Excerpt: Its simplicity is as deceptive in its own way as the alien’s oddly anachronistic, Richey Edwards-meets-The New York Dolls appearance. The plot is really unimportant in terms of what makes Under The Skin such a great film, because the events of its story have almost nothing to do with the experience of watching it.
Excerpt: As the woman interacts with each individual, their personalities expose aspects of the human condition. In doing so, the picture brilliantly demonstrates the qualities that make human beings so wonderful and what also makes them monsters.
Excerpt: Wildly uncommercial, potentially divisive, and probably only for the most adventurous defenders of outré avant-garde cinema who don’t need every question answered, “Under the Skin” is nothing if not the first challenging and haunting visual and aural experience of this year with major staying power.
Excerpt: There is scarcely a moment in Under the Skin, Jonathan Glazer’s visually stunning, unsettling, and very loose adaptation of Michel Faber’s 2000 debut sci-fi novel about a predatory female, when you will have a very good grasp of what is going on. If you find yourself on its wavelength, most of the time you won’t mind very much. If not, you’ll be lost in space.
Excerpt: I saw the film a week ago, and my immediate response was mixed. I knew I’d seen something strange and original, but damned if I could explain it or even describe what I had just seen. Over the past few days though, the film has had time to marinate in my psyche. I take away from the film a lot of imagery that I’ve tried to piece together. The images were laid out, but my imagination is providing the connective tissue. I am eager to take the journey again. It’s bold, it’s challenging, it’s frustrating, and it’s difficult.