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The Skin I Live In

2011 · Pedro Almodóvar

A brilliant plastic surgeon creates a synthetic skin that withstands any kind of damage. His guinea pig: a mysterious and volatile woman who holds the key to his obsession.

dir. Pedro Almodóvar · 2011

Pedro Almodóvar called it 'a horror story without screams or frights,' and the description holds: adapting Thierry Jonquet's pulp novel Tarantula, he strips his usual warmth down to surgical steel. Antonio Banderas, reuniting with the director after twenty-one years, plays a plastic surgeon of immaculate composure who keeps a woman under observation in his gated Toledo villa; what binds them is the film's slow-detonating secret, and it should be met cold. The lineage runs straight to Georges Franju's Eyes Without a Face and to Vertigo's dream of remaking a person, but the sensibility — the saturated interiors, the Louise Bourgeois sculptures, the flesh-toned bodysuit that became the film's emblem — is pure Almodóvar, melodrama frozen into something clinical and disquieting. Questions of identity, embodiment, and who owns a body have made it a touchstone of queer horror, argued over as fiercely as it is admired. Alberto Iglesias's string score does the screaming the characters won't, circling like something trapped under glass.

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