White Skin Review
Good
Starting off as a chilly meditation on race and skin color, White Skin twists into something unexpected. It would be unfair to give away the film's narrative development, so let's just say that the movie's midnight slot at the Independent Film Festival of Boston was appropriate. More appropriate is that this previous fest award winner appears to be a love/obsession story only on the surface -- as the plot unravels, "surfaces" are what the film is all about.
Still, it's not what you may think. First-time filmmaker Daniel Roby introduces us to Black, streetwise Henri (Frédéric Pierre) and naïve White country boy Thierry (Marc Paquet), Montreal roommates who visit a pair of prostitutes in the film's first sequence. Nervous Thierry isn't interested, but confesses to his dame that he abhors redheads, that their pale skin makes him "want to vomit." Meanwhile, in the next room, something seriously bloody is going down with Henri and his redheaded hooker.
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