'Under the Skin': Noirish thriller lives up to its title

The Philadelphia InquirerMay 15, 2014 

Film Review Under the Skin

Scarlett Johansson plays a woman on the prowl in Under the Skin. Her conquests become victims, never heard from again.

A24 FILMS — AP

  • MOVIE REVIEW

    'Under the Skin'

    ★★★★☆

    R for nudity, sexual violence, profanity, adult themes. A24. 1:48. Kentucky.

She doesn't say much, this black-haired woman in tight jeans and a tacky fur jacket. She drives an unmarked van. She stops and asks passersby — always male — for directions. Sometimes she'll offer a lift. She's friendly and inquisitive, wanting to know whether the men have family, friends, roommates.

And if they don't, that's the last anyone will hear of them. Poor guys — one victim after another.

In Under the Skin, a deeply creepy and mysterious noir from filmmaker Jonathan Glazer, Scarlett Johansson is this quite literal femme fatale who is robotic, hypnotic and trolling Scotland — cities, villages, the cold rocky shores — for prey. Who she is and where she's from are questions that get answered, to a degree, as she moves through her nights and days, but she shares an affinity with other strangers in a strange land: David Bowie in The Man Who Fell to Earth, say, or Jeff Bridges in Starman, only less benevolent.

Under the Skin begins with a trippy Kubrickian light show — orbs and spheres, horizon lines illuminated in blinding flares. (The music throughout, by Mica Levi — spare synthesized strings, percussion — adds to the eerie vibe.) And then the camera finds a motorcycle zooming through the night, its headlight probing the dark. Soon enough, there's Johansson, on her rounds.

Glazer's film is minimalist, avant garde-y, and its seduction scenes — Johannson stripping down, and the man she's lured along for the ride stripping down, and then moving toward each other as the surface beneath their feet turns to liquid — have the power and poetry of a dream.

Or a nightmare.

Glazer and cinematographer Daniel Landin capture people as they come and go, commuting, shopping, partying. There are sequences on crowded streets, faces dark, voices loud, that evoke Lindsay Anderson's mid-1950s Free Cinema short, O Dreamland — a narration-free tour through a seaside amusement park, like Diane Arbus fueled on fish and chips.

Under the Skin definitely gets under your skin. If you want spooky, allegory-free sci-fi, the film works that way — an alien among us, trying to come to terms with this odd new context, and with her increasingly empathic urges. But if you care to look at Glazer and Johansson's film as something else — a woman's journey as a sexual being — it works that way, too.

Just don't climb into any vans driven by smiling, beguiling women who offer a ride back to their place.

Really, don't.

Lexington Herald-Leader is pleased to provide this opportunity to share information, experiences and observations about what's in the news. Some of the comments may be reprinted elsewhere in the site or in the newspaper. We encourage lively, open debate on the issues of the day, and ask that you refrain from profanity, hate speech, personal comments and remarks that are off point. Thank you for taking the time to offer your thoughts.

Commenting FAQs | Terms of Service