Oliver Martinez slaps Angelina Jolie so hard across the face in this that I nearly fell out of lockdown. Strangely inciting and unecesarry scene in an ok movie from the early noughties. Not much else to say on this rewatch other than I notice Ethan Hawke again finds himself in a collarless shirt.
Scarlett Johansson is remarkable as an alien who dresses up like a prostitute and drives around the rough parts of Glasgow in a white transit van, looking for men to kidnap.
Under the Skin excels in visual storytelling and within the sparse and subtly structured narrative there's room for interpretation, which was utterly absorbing. Combined with some claustrophobically vivid slices of social realism and the impressive use of colour and shape, this becomes a very beautiful, gripping and often frightening…
Solomon Northope is a free man who, after placing his trust in two slick mouthed scoundrels, is sold into servitude on the nightmarish plantations of 1840s Louisiana.
This was my first Steve McQueen film and I was surprised with how accessible it was as, based on what I had gleaned from discussions on Hunger and Shame, I expected something a bit more obtrusive. Perhaps that's something to do with the subject matter or the absorbing central performance from Chiwetel Ejiofor…