The Reflecting Skin Page #3

Synopsis: A young boy tries to cope with rural life circa 1950s and his fantasies become a way to interpret events. After his father tells him stories of vampires, he becomes convinced that the widow up the road is a vampire, and tries to find ways of discouraging his brother from seeing her. He must deal with an abusive mother, a father with a charge of molestation, a band of youths creating havoc, and an unforgiving environment in general.
Director(s): Philip Ridley
Production: Miramax Films
  6 wins & 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.0
Rotten Tomatoes:
83%
R
Year:
1990
96 min
339 Views


Cam.

Ah, there he is.

My little demolition man.

Your what?

Seth knows what I mean.

Come on, Cam.

Get out of here, go home

and wait for me.

- Cam...

- Get out of here.

Don't talk to her!

Beat it!

I'm gonna kill you.

My Ma says your Pa was a pervert.

- What's a pervert?

- Someone who likes children.

Don't think my Pa was a pervert then.

- Nah. Nor's mine.

- My brother's back.

I know, Ma told me.

- He met 'her' today.

- The vampire?

- Yeah.

- Did she bite his neck?

I don't know.

- Do you think she wants to?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- What you gonna do about it?

- I dunno. Gotta do something.

- You love your brother?

- Yeah.

- More than anything else in the world?

- More than anything else in the world.

- What's that smell?

- I don't know...

Hey Kim, look!

I think I've found something!

It looks like an egg...

It smells like fish.

- You know what I think?

- What?

I think we've found ourselves an angel.

An angel?

Sure! And you know what?

What?

I think it could be Eben.

Eben? Why's Eben an angel?

'Cos I told my Ma I miss Cameron,

and it made her cry.

That's why Eben's an angel!

- Who says?

- It's just so, Kim!

Jeez, it sure looks like Eben.

But if Eben's an angel,

why ain't he in Heaven?

'Cos he was murdered!

Murdered angels don't go to Heaven.

They get their wings torn out and

they're thrown back to Earth again.

- Who says?

- It's just so, Kim!

There! You see?

That's where his wings were!

Poor Eben.

- Where are you going?

- Home!

- You can't have the angel!

- Why not?

- He belongs to me! He was my friend!

- He was my friend, too!

- He liked me more!

- You made him cry!

- So did you! I wanna keep it!

- I found it!

- I saw it first!

- I unwrapped it!

- I started it!

- I walked this way!

I keep the angel.

What are we gonna do, Eben?

She's met him now. My brother.

She's gonna kill him!

She's gonna suck his blood

and kill him...

Just like she killed you.

What? She did what?

Bit your neck. I know Eben, I know.

That's what vampires are like, I know.

But I'm watching her.

Don't worry, I'm watching.

Everything. Everything.

Seth? You here?

You be quiet now.

I'll be back, Eben.

Hey.

- What the Sheriff want?

- Nothing.

Long while about nothing.

- You okay?

- I suppose.

Hey, I'm sorry I pushed you, okay?

It's just you know that sometimes...

Well, you're not wanted.

You wanna see something?

- What do you make of that?

- What is it?

It's a baby.

What happened to him?

Well, he lived in a place in Japan.

His skin got all silver and shiny.

Just like a mirror.

You could see your face in it.

Why?

You just could.

Did it hurt?

Yeah, I guess.

- Is he alive?

- Mm-hmm.

Do you know him?

No, it's just a photograph.

- Who's holding him?

- I don't know.

Did he have any brothers

like you're my brother?

I don't know. I don't know him,

Seth. It's just a picture.

What's his name?

I don't know him, I don't

know his name.

It's just a photograph, okay?

Well, he must have had a name.

Yeah, he must have had

a shoe size too,

but I don't know that either.

It's just a picture of a baby.

You like them? You can have them.

And before you ask,

I don't know her name either.

Seth? I'm going out for a while.

Where are you going?

I'm going up to Dolphin's house.

Jesus!

It was quite beautiful, you know.

The war in London.

All that noise and fire...

People huddled together.

Laughter and cuddles.

You liked those bombs, don't you?

Oh, I loved them.

All that noise... and explosions.

I've seen the big ones, you know.

Lots of them.

- The biggest ones there are.

- Where?

In the Pacific.

That's where I've been.

The pretty islands.

That's what my Ma calls them.

What have you been doing there?

Blowing them up.

Whole islands?

Well, yeah... whole islands.

Was it dangerous?

Not really.

We watched from a distance.

And wore sunglasses.

God, it was bright.

I mean, bright like you've never seen.

Like a million Fourth of Julys

all rolled into one.

The natives paddled out

in their canoes...

and they were singing.

"You are my sunshine...

my only sunshine..."

And there'd be this stuff, like...

Silver snow falling on the ship.

We'd roll it up and have

snowball fights with it, you know?

And after each blast the sea

would be filled with boiled fish.

You could pick them up and

eat them if you wanted to.

The sunsets were pink...

The sunsets were...

Pink. Bright pink.

Pink like you've never seen.

Cameron.

Cameron, look at me.

Hey! Come here you little...!

His hair! It's his hair!

Look! It's happening!

She's killing him! Look!

Soon Cameron'll end up in a black box,

just like her dead husband.

Bits of hair. Teeth!

His sweat in a bottle...

What am I going to do, Eben? What?

I've got to tell him, Eben!

Otherwise... she'll kill him.

Murderer! Murderer!

Wake up, Cam! Wake up! Wake up!

Come out!

Jesus Christ!

Murderer! Murderer!

What are you playing at, Josh?

What's the matter with you, goddamit?!

- I wanna see him...

- See who?

- The killer!

- There's no killer here.

You bring him! He's a coward!

- What's he talking about?

- Pa, I guess.

Pa's dead, Josh.

He's not dead.

What are you talking about?

She's hiding him!

Bullshit. You can't hide a corpse, Josh.

Now come on, you've been drinking.

I want you to go home.

Ain't no home, Cameron. People all gone.

God took them because of

my wicked thoughts!

No. No, you don't have wicked thoughts.

You just... you just got some bad luck.

Oh, you don't know! My thoughts!

Jesus! They're bad!

I dreamt... I dreamt...

that I was sleeping with my goat!

And... I liked it!

Well, you could do worse.

Come on, get Ma inside.

Where is he, Ruth?!

Bring him to me!

- Punch him, Cam!

- Shut up!

- You can do it!

- He's just drunk!

- What's it like, boy?

- What's what like?

To know your Pa's a killer.

Pa's no killer! Now come on!

He's dead! Snap out of it!

He took my Eben!

- No. He didn't.

- They all say that, Cam.

And you believe them?

I don't know. Was Pa a pervert?

What? What do you mean?

Ruuuuuth!

Where is he? I wanna hurt him!

I wanna suck out his eyes!

He don't deserve to see!

Get the door, Ma.

What are you afraid of?

Go on, see who it is!

- Can I see him?

- Yes.

- Cameron?

- Hi. Come in.

You alright?

- Yeah. It's nothing.

- Oh, God!

- Oh... oh...

- It's nothing.

- Shall I do that?

- No!

No! No... I can.

They said it was... I mean I thought...

Oh, it was just... Josh.

I mean, it's... nothing.

You look... You look beautiful.

Ow!

That hurt.

I really missed you.

What? What?

- Him! Him!

- No, Cassie!

Ask him!

- Seth! Have you seen Kim?

- No...

- He's lying!

- You lying?

Of course he is! I can tell.

You ain't got no kids,

you don't know their ways.

Tell me the truth, son!

- I am!

- Monster!

He's hiding my Kim!

- You hiding him, boy?

- No!

You know what you're

full of, Seth Dove?

Sin! Ain't that right?

Don't know ma'am...

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Philip Ridley

Philip Ridley (born 1964 in East London) is an English storyteller working in a wide range of artistic media. In the visual arts he has been cited as a contemporary to the 'Young British Artists', and had his artwork exhibited internationally.As a novelist he has created fiction for both children and adults, and has had particular success and recognition as a children's author.In the field of cinema he is perhaps best known for his award-winning screenplay for the 1990 film The Krays (1990), a biopic about the Kray twins which was directed by Peter Medak. As a film-maker in his own right he is recognised for creating a loose trilogy of horror films; The Reflecting Skin (1990), The Passion of Darkly Noon (1995) and Heartless (2009) for which he has acquired a cult following.As a playwright he has been cited as a pioneer of 'In-yer-face theatre', with his debut play The Pitchfork Disney (1991) considered by many to be a seminal work in the development of the style, with one critic even dubbing it "the key play" of the 1990s. A great number of his plays for adults have been perceived as controversial, being met with both condemnation and high acclaim upon their initial reception. As a writer for the stage he is also recognised for creating an ongoing series of plays for young people (The Storyteller Sequence) and has written theatrical works for children and family audiences.As a songwriter he has created songs for his cinematic and theatrical works, frequently collaborating with composer Nick Bicât. He and Bicât have also formed a music group called Dreamskin Cradle with singer Mary Leay. Ridley has also written songs for composer Anna Meredith, particularly operatic work.Ridley is also a poet, photographer, and performance artist and has written drama for radio.Although Ridley creates stories through a wide range of media he dislikes his work being categorised by the medium in which it is told, often referring to them belonging to each other as "different peaks of the same mountain." more…

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