Under the Skin

Classic British cinema, miserable and horny.*
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Watched on BFI PLAYER
*Women Directors *

Classic British cinema, miserable and horny.*
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Watched on BFI PLAYER
*Women Directors *

me when I watch a sci fi book adapted into film:

I bet the book is even better!!!!

me when I watch a sci fi book adapted into film:

I bet the book is even better!!!!

found it much more interesting as an historical piece and morton is obviously incredible. even nowadays we rarely see women on screen who can experience sexual pleasure without at least the aid of a man so can’t even begin to imagine how incredible this must have been to watch when it came out.

found it much more interesting as an historical piece and morton is obviously incredible. even nowadays we rarely see women on screen who can experience sexual pleasure without at least the aid of a man so can’t even begin to imagine how incredible this must have been to watch when it came out.

will write something properly / probably give a rating, after i've had some time to think / after the football, but why is every film with the title under the skin specifically engineered to upset me on the most profound level imaginable? 2/2 as of right now.

UPDATE: i feel like the main thing worth talking about with this film is the... texture and how distinctly relatable the form is. the fuzz from the camera makes everything feel so cold and damp and dingy, which is how it feels to live amongst the infrastructure on display throughout this film - rows and rows of slightly ugly houses in weird orders, accompanied by a distinct sense that everything worth believing in has left you. the entire film feels like you've been up all night watching weird crap on channel 4 in the depths of winter and now have to walk around the neighbourhood on some errand or other, with zero sleep, and you're wondering what the point is as the cold air won't let you go. and that's effectively what loss is - adler understands this and she understands specifically how losing anything affects a person against the backdrop of broke suburban britain. i need to replicate everything that adler does to bring about this sense of endless cold.

samantha morton is god's gift to earth - she grew up with some of my mum's friends and it's always a point of pride to me that they vaguely know each other, by sight at least.

men take control of women's attempts at taking control - this and the piano teacher are probably the two best films at communicating this, that i've seen at least. both are born from the depths of trauma, and attempts at escaping that trauma, that become their own sources of trauma due to the gutting hand of the male gaze. the

will write something properly / probably give a rating, after i've had some time to think / after the football, but why is every film with the title under the skin specifically engineered to upset me on the most profound level imaginable? 2/2 as of right now.

UPDATE: i feel like the main thing worth talking about with this film is the... texture and how distinctly relatable the form is. the fuzz from the camera makes everything feel so cold and damp and dingy, which is how it feels to live amongst the infrastructure on display throughout this film - rows and rows of slightly ugly houses in weird orders, accompanied by a distinct sense that everything worth believing in has left you. the entire film feels like you've been up all night watching weird crap on channel 4 in the depths of winter and now have to walk around the neighbourhood on some errand or other, with zero sleep, and you're wondering what the point is as the cold air won't let you go. and that's effectively what loss is - adler understands this and she understands specifically how losing anything affects a person against the backdrop of broke suburban britain. i need to replicate everything that adler does to bring about this sense of endless cold.

samantha morton is god's gift to earth - she grew up with some of my mum's friends and it's always a point of pride to me that they vaguely know each other, by sight at least.

men take control of women's attempts at taking control - this and the piano teacher are probably the two best films at communicating this, that i've seen at least. both are born from the depths of trauma, and attempts at escaping that trauma, that become their own sources of trauma due to the gutting hand of the male gaze. the

A pretty boring film but fuck me what a performance from Samantha Morton, like no joke it was unreal

A pretty boring film but fuck me what a performance from Samantha Morton, like no joke it was unreal