Skin. Like. Sun.: A Slow Burn in a Sun-Drenched Crumbling Castle
So, you’re ready to dive into Skin. Like. Sun., huh? Well, grab your sun hat and prepare for a leisurely afternoon, because this isn’t your typical cinematic rollercoaster. Instead, it’s more like a sun-soaked stroll through a dilapidated mansion in Belgium, where time seems to stand still—much like your attention span during a particularly dull lecture.
Meet Wim and Floor, the young couple whose love life is so intimate that even their walls have a front-row seat. Seriously, this house looks like it’s on the verge of collapse, but who needs structural integrity when you’ve got a camera and a penchant for eroticism? The film is edited in nearly real-time, which means you’ll be watching them explore every inch of their relationship—both emotionally and physically—at the speed of molasses in winter. Forget about the quick-cut editing of your average rom-com; this film takes its sweet time, and I mean really sweet, like a chocolate fondue left out in the sun too long.
As the couple meanders through their sun-washed rooms, you’ll find yourself questioning how many times one can rearrange their hair before it feels like they’re just stalling for time. But don’t worry, the slow build-up is where the magic happens—or at least where the awkwardness festers. The sweetness of their connection is palpable, but if you’re expecting a whirlwind romance, prepare to be served a platter of slow-cooked intimacy instead.
Now, let’s talk about the “sexiness” factor. As they engage in some seriously artsy frolicking, you might feel like you’ve accidentally stumbled into an avant-garde art exhibit where the main attraction is a live-action depiction of “What Happens When You Leave Two Millennials Alone with a Camera.” Sure, there’s plenty of nudity, but it’s not the kind that’s meant to make you blush; it’s more like watching your friends trying to recreate a romantic moment that ends up looking like a yoga class gone wrong.
And just when you think you’ve seen it all, the film throws in a twist that will have you questioning your life choices. You realize that you’ve been watching a couple who are basically just like you—except they aren’t scrolling through their phones every five minutes. Instead, they’re engaging in deep conversations about life, love, and the profound meaning of sunbeams filtering through cracked windows. Talk about a plot twist!
By the end, you might find yourself wondering if you’ve just watched a romantic documentary or a very long therapy session disguised as a film. Either way, Skin. Like. Sun. is a delightful exercise in patience, intimacy, and the kind of slow burn that makes you question if you’re actually meant to be doing something more productive with your life—like cleaning that crumbling mansion of your own. Spoiler alert: you probably aren’t.
So, if you’re up for a film that takes its time and invites you into a world of languid love and sunlit awkwardness, then grab your popcorn (or maybe a sunhat) and settle in. Just don’t forget to stretch—because you’ll be sitting for a while!