Film

The Skin I Live In

Name: The Skin I Live In
Genre: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 2011
Cast: Antonio Banderas, Elena Anaya, Marisa Paredes, Jan Cornet, Roberto Álamo

Almodóvar's gorgeous, deeply unsettling fable about obsession, revenge and the body as something that can be rebuilt against its owner's will. It moves like a melodrama and lands like a horror film, all lush interiors and quiet dread. Banderas is chillingly controlled as the surgeon; Anaya's performance is the film's held breath. Not for anyone squeamish about consent.

TMDb rating

7.5

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