Commercially, of course, it’s prudent to venture into avant garde science fiction territory on a smallish budget, the way Jonathan Glazer did with his truly disorienting and memorable 2013 alien visitation film “Under the Skin.”
In eerie moments, the film’s dreamy dark vibe reminded me of Jonathan Glazer’s challenging and chilling Under the Skin.
The past five years have seen two superb films about the utter foreignness of alien life forms: the crowd-pleasing Arrival , in which Amy Adams’ linguist ultimately decodes the spatter-based language of “heptapods ,” and the chilly and ungiving Under the Skin , in which Scarlett Johansson’s slinky extraterrestrial preys upon young men, the whys and hows as unknown as her name.
However faithful this movie might or might not be, what can be said is that this is pure science fiction and is as thought-provoking, intellectually challenging and as spiritually fascinating as anything that’s hit theatres this side of 2014’s Under the Skin or 2012’s Cloud Atlas.
There are shades of smart, risk-taking recent sci-fi films like “Under the Skin” and “The Fountain” in “Annihilation’s” DNA, and even hints of “mother!” in its environmental messaging.
Visually, the abstract movie is stunning, with its beautiful and hallucinatory VFX landing somewhere in between the cosmic Rorschach blots of “The Tree Of Life,” the eerie profiles of “Under The Skin” and a unique paroxysm of H.R. Giger and phosphorescent atoms.