Bip.
Bip boop bip.
Tikker tikker tikker tikker
SQUWAAAAARK
*uncomfortable silence*
TWANG.
Under The Skin.
THE PLOT!?
Er…. Scarlett Johannsonsonnosnsnon drives around in a van for ages, picks up men, takes them home and then shows them her boobs as her carpet swallows them and turns them into swishy towel puppets then she meets a man with a lumpy head and changes her mind and goes to the woods and then a man messes with her and she runs off and takes her skin off then the man sets her on fire and that’s it.
WHY IT IS GOOD!?
Scarlett Johannsonsonnosnsnon strips down to her pants!
Scarlett Johannsonsonnosnsnon strips down to the nude!
Scarlett Johannsonsonnosnsnon strips all her skin off!
No, wait… that last one isn’t sexy…
She does manage a decent London accent though, not too Dick Van Dyke.
WHY IT IS BAD!?
It’s so arty it hurts, there are probably so many hidden meanings and layers that the film is just basically a mess of nothing happening and unexplainable nonsense.
It comes across like an a terrible student art project with a recognisable naked lady to trick horny idiots into spending twelve quid buying it at Sainsburys on a Wednesday.
RATING ON THE FUDGECRUMPET SCALE OF AWESOMENESS!?
eggs/12
