What to say about Jonathan Glazer’s Under the Skin, a viscerally unsettling film which keys directly into feelings of dissonance and alienation. It’s formally impeccable; filled with some of the most precise and simple imagery to be found and accompanied by Mica Levi’s otherwordly score, full of discordant strings and oscillating synths which find a way to tap into the tone of every scene, even gentle tones, while never letting go of an overall mood of terror. This terror is…

No movie is able to melt me into a state of compliance as well as it has, and from the very first viewing it has taken hold of my fragile consciousness, hopefully forever and always. I may have only seen the film four times, but I have probably spent days with the it taking residence in my head, and time spent with Stalker in my head is time well spent. Answers are not found with this pondering, but answers concerning…

What starts as a pretty clear cut tale of corporate espionage between pornography distributors descends into a chilling and utterly captivating atmospheric exploration of the effect of technology on the mind/body/soul of post-internet society. The film consistently shows how violence and hardcore sexuality prevalent in media has warped people through desensitization and creation of perverted fantasies that are mistaken for reality, all done in a way that makes demonlover enchanting. This doubles when the film's major espionage plotline largely falls…