Ryan Gosling has played a silent protector to a mother and son, a playboy taking a divorced Steve Carell under his wing, both the best and worst boyfriends ever, and in Lost River, he finds his turn as a director drawing from several artists. From the very initiation of talk of his directorial debut, people didn’t know the right words to say, and it would appear they still don’t. In this staggeringly beautiful experiment, Gosling attempts his hand at the surrealist tendencies of Lynch and the heavily driven (pun intended) messages of Nicolas Winding Refn – whom he has worked with before in Drive – and ends up with an oddball mess that fails to hit it where it needs to. Continue reading
I have seen quite a few strange movies in my short time, but only an elite few transcend the barrier from being intentionally confusing shambles to pure visual poetry. After all the hype around other movies this year, it is pleasantly surprising to finally see a shade of Kubrick emerge in this less-than-known movie about an alien Buffalo Bill. Under the Skin is in every sense the most captivating movie I have seen all year, inspired in the light of 2001 and Lynchian themes, resulting in a film that is soaked in metaphors and minimalism that do not drown the point of it all. An extremely strange and unsettling piece, it had me speechless and frozen for the entirety of the runtime and a couple of hours thereafter.