“Who is killing all of our children?”
The Reflecting Skin is an allegory about growing up that is sometimes overwrought, yet the feel and tone of the film is so odd and mysterious that somehow it all works.
Children are often frustrated by their perceived powerlessness, forever waiting for the time to come when they'll mysteriously be granted certain rights that will bring them closer to being "somebody." They live life in the same fashion—openly, playfully—knowing they're under its spell.
Many adults like to think the world is spinning because they've not yet told it to stop.
At one point in The Reflecting Skin, Seth Dove blows in his hand. The camera cuts to some wheat blowing in the breeze. The child—a phantom, a ghost—has grown. And now he has the power to alter the world.
(Some overwrought words for an overwrought film. Speaking of which, did I mention that the child's name is Seth Dove!?)