Mild spoilers ahead!
I’m going to spend a lifetime with Knives And Skin. Its pulse of color, vibrating hope on a low frequency. Its unapologetic exposure of our inner-selves that is unspeakable, primal, and plain messy. Its audiacity towards the indulgence of surreality. Knives And Skin is a filmic whole. A complete body and mind. Everything we have and will experience if given the room. Due to its tonal soup, I celebrate its odd brilliance by speaking of and back to this film the way it spoke to me.
The lawless storytelling Knives and Skin prefers makes a linear reading unsatisfying. It is in the aftermath of enigmatic high schooler Carolyn Harper’s (Raven Whitley) disappearance, that her peers, authority figures, and mother balance genuine, active concern and unwavering anxiety in their Midwest town as this unfortunate circumstance is shrouded in mystery. The audience, however, is rewarded measured insight from the very beginning.