Quite liked Cold Skin from 2017. In fact, it is my favourite cosmic-horror viewing of 2020 (i.e.: horror that shifts our paradigm and suggests that our place in the universe is negligible at best).
In Cold Skin, an attractive young man travels to a remote island to take the post of weather observer, only to find himself defending the lighthouse from deadly creatures who inhabit the ocean. Handsome protagonist David Oakes inhabits a sort of a tortured queer-angst vibe with his GQ fur look, various bearded styles. He is a fine contrast to the weathered, beleaguered, homely lighthouse keeper, Gruner, portrayed by Ray Stevenson (and not quite as old as the part requires, despite the shaggy hair and wild-man beard). Moreover, this movie, to paraphrase Gemma Files, is a mood. A relentless dread and cosmic horror pervades each lavish, menacing shot of the shoreline, the ocean, even the lighthouse. It is almost an overtly horrific Big Sur by Kerouac. It hangs together well and is rather relentless and obviously and infectiously drunk on Lovecraftian (the Deep Ones) inspiration. Great immersive fun!
Trailer is here.
No comments:
Post a Comment