Under the Skin: Alien Cinema at Its Coldest

Sat, 23 May 2026 09:00:00 +0000

Most alien films are anxious to explain the alien. They give you a homeworld, a motive, a plan, a face you can read. Jonathan Glazer’s Under the Skin gives you almost none of that, and it is the coldest, most genuinely unearthly film in the modern science-fiction canon because of the withholding. A woman drives a white van through Glasgow. She stops men, asks directions, offers lifts. Some of them she takes home, into a black room where the floor is a liquid that swallows them. That is nearly the whole plot, and describing it does nothing to prepare you for the experience, which is one of the great feats of pure cinema this century.

Ganja & Hess: The Art-House Vampire Film Nobody Financed Twice

Mon, 02 Feb 2026 09:00:00 +0000

There is a particular kind of movie miracle that only happens when someone hands an artist the wrong brief and looks away for eighteen months. In 1972 Blacula had made money, and the small outfit Kelly-Jordan Enterprises wanted their own Black vampire picture to ride the wave. They gave the job to Bill Gunn — playwright, novelist, actor, a genuine New York intellect — and Gunn took the money and made something that has almost nothing to do with the assignment. Ganja & Hess is a vampire film the way a fever dream is a nap. It played the 1973 Cannes Critics’ Week, one of the very few American films chosen that year, and the audience is said to have applauded for a good long while. Then it came home, and the people who paid for it did not recognise what they had bought.

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Under the Skin: Alien Cinema at Its Coldest

Ganja & Hess: The Art-House Vampire Film Nobody Financed Twice