The vampire-alien who fell to Earth4/9/2014
“Under the Skin”
Starring: Scarlett Johansson, Jeremy McWilliams, Lynsey Taylor Mackay
More visually accomplished than its malnourished narrative supports, “Under the Skin” works well as a foxy sci-fi movie for stoners. It would look great projected on a giant screen at a rave for drugged-up youth to have something to glance up at occasionally while dancing to monotonous drum-machine rhythms provided by a robotic DJ — preferably female. Between Scarlet Johansson’s vampire-alien character, Laura, and some truly impressive production designs, the movie is gorgeous to look at, even if it doesn’t hold up under any degree of thematic scrutiny. The movie is all aesthetics and not much else.
Based loosely on Michael Faber’s 2001 fictional book, the specious film is director Jonathan Glazer’s attempt to make good on a once-promising career behind such critically vaunted pictures as “Sexy Beast” (2000) and “Birth” (2004). However, Glazer has no such luck here.
Cribbing copiously from directors such as Hitchcock, Roeg and Kubrick, cinematographer Daniel Landin (“44 Inch Chest”) has a field day exploring dark shimmering surfaces in contrasting color schemes. Landin is the film’s greatest revelation. His work here should lead to higher budget sci-fi films if there is any justice in this world.
Landin’s alien-eyeball sequence dandles with ocular imagery to introduce Laura as an artificial humanoid coming to life. Where Hitchcock showed a bathtub drain morphing into a pupil to unveil Marion Crane’s dark passage to extinction, Landin reverses the process.
Laura’s soulless oil-black figure slips into the skin of a human female like a ballerina putting on a leotard. She practices a British accent that will allow her entree to the human world via Scotland, where her sensual beauty serves as a honey trap that unwitting males fall into like lemmings into the sea. Ignoring the “too-good-to-be-true” adage proves fatal to Laura’s rough-and-randy suitors that she entices into a bizarre dimension. Here, they drown, one by one, in an inky black sea of acquiescent lust-crazed ambition. If the filmmakers are attempting to create a thematic analogy regarding man’s greedy quest to profit from oil, the effort is too indistinct to achieve the desired effect.
Where David Bowie’s alien character in “The Man Who Fell to Earth” had a clear agenda of creating and financing a system for transporting water back to his dying planet, Laura is seemingly in it for the experience of seducing easy-target males whose BS-detectors are broken; not much challenge there. What we end up with is a movie with no super objective but plenty of abstraction for its own sake.
For Laura’s streetwalker conquests, the filmmakers used a system of tiny hidden-camera to surreptitiously capture the action without the knowledge of the non-actors who were later asked to sign releases for their sequences to be used in the film. The gimmick works better if the audience knows about the deception going in. Even then, the fly-on-the-wall conceit adds up to little more than a guilty pleasure for in-the-know filmgoers to have some subtext, however minimal, to hang their viewing experience on.
“Under the Skin’s” failure rests as much on its lack of an empathetic protagonist as it does on its absence of meaning. Johansson makes for one attractive hot-and-cold alien ice queen, but seduction and murder is all she has on her mind. CV