Director:
Pedro AlmodóvarGuión:
Pedro AlmodóvarCámara:
José Luis AlcaineMúsica:
Alberto IglesiasReparto:
Antonio Banderas, Elena Anaya, Marisa Paredes, Blanca Suárez, Jan Cornet, Roberto Álamo, Fernando Cayo, Bárbara Lennie, Eduard Fernández, José Luis Gómez (más)Sinopsis(1)
Desde que su mujer murió quemada en un accidente de coche, el doctor Ledgard (Antonio Banderas), eminente cirujano plástico, se interesa por la creación de una nueva piel con la que hubiera podido salvarla. Doce años después consigue cultivarla en su laboratorio, aprovechando los avances de la terapia celular. Para ello no dudará en traspasar una puerta hasta ahora terminantemente vedada: la 'transgénesis' con seres humanos. Pero ése no será el único crimen que cometerá. (Warner Bros. España)
(más)Reseñas (9)
Un tema psicológicamente fuerte e irritante, presentado como un arte cinematográfico noble e sin emociones. El impacto en el espectador, su percepción de la historia y el posterior descarrilamiento psicológico, por lo tanto, no se producen, y permanece «apenas» el entusiasmo por el admirable perfeccionismo y la elegancia cinematográfica. Banderas como un doctor oscuro sin una pizca de ética médica o humana es brillante, Elena Anaya es hermosa. Una obra notable, en cierto modo excepcional.
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Pořádně ujetý psychothriller, ¡pero también increíblemente bien hecho! Antonio Banderas en un papel bastante inusual y me parece que Elena Anaya solo quiere desnudarse y pinchar sin parar, o los directores se lo exigen, preferentemente con algún matiz triste o cruel. Muy buena, pero loca diversión cinematográfica con un componente musical muy bonito.
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Pedro Almodóvar, a rebel who sowed his wild oats long ago and who emerged from the Madrid underground into the festival sunlight, allowed himself to be a bit more eccentric than in his previous film, this time taking literally Barbara Creed’s idea (from the book The Monstrous-Feminine) about women as horror-movie monsters. As befits a post-modern artist, few things are unambiguous, least of all who will ultimately win this multi-genre battle of (with) the sexes. The Skin I Live In is an excellent example of an open text. Some questions are left without answers, while others are answered with such straightforwardness that they raise suspicion. The film veers from the serious topics of voyeurism and self-identification to shallow viewer attractions known from Italian giallo films (whose visual opulence Almodóvar’s work always most closely resembles). The narrative is much more muted than the characters’ behaviour and, as a whole, The Skin I Live In comes across as surprisingly balanced and coherent, without room for truly disturbing content, which is also due to the “gentle” transitions between scenes of radically different content and the relaxed pace of the narrative. Unfortunately, there is also no room for enabling us to delve into the characters in order to determine who deserves to suffer and how much they deserve it. It remains up to us who we will feel sorry for, which can be part of a game without clear rules. But it doesn’t have to be. 80%
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An exploitation horror premise in the hands of an arthouse director. The result is a remarkable film that took me from mild cringe to absolute enthusiasm. Beautifully shot, very smart in the way it doses the information (for a moment I was afraid that what was clear already from the middle of the movie would be revealed as a shocking twist by the end, but Almodóvar fortunately doesn’t underestimate his audience), and arousing a whole range of emotions. It’s been long since I saw a film where genres alternate and blend so smoothly and lightly. From The Skin I Live In you could easily cut a trailer for horror, comedy, drama, science fiction and even a romantic film, and I’m sure it won’t take long for something like that to appear on YouTube. PS: If you want to watch an underground horror take of the same premise, have a go at Victim, but not before watching The Skin I Live In, otherwise you’ll ruin the experience).
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Another Pedro gender transgression permeated with distilled melodrama and flamboyant visual pose. I was bored to death with one of his films for the first time and left with the hollow feeling that, after excellent self-reflection in the form of Broken Embraces, Almodóvar once again falls into his obsession with empty poses and fetishes, which are interesting in and of themselves, but in terms of any reflection they are mined only by their flamboyant otherness and exaggeration. I understand that this theatrical image of a man's desire for a non-existent perfect body and the flow of sexual desire may theoretically be impressive, but it completely missed the mark for me.
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"The Skin I Live In" is definitely not a typical Almodóvar film, but it fits into his filmography. This is due to the excellent performances that are sometimes even surreal, which is influenced by the nature of the story itself. This is definitely something that will not leave you indifferent, and you will keep thinking about it. This film definitely deserves it because there are scenes that you will carry in your mind and you won't be able to forget them – like the guy in the tiger costume.
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A very wacky, but at the same time very impressive, purely original affair. A bizarre story complemented by an even more bizarre Banderas pederast who is wonderfully demonic in his role (though still compared to the likes of Hannibal...). The visual composition is certainly worth mentioning among the individual details, and it looks restrained and aesthetic, which contrasts greatly with the overall story, to which such adjectives would not fit too well. Still, it cannot be denied that it has a solid structure, a strong directorial signature, and a very specific atmosphere, which is really very unusual and takes the whole film to a higher level of originality and perhaps even a certain uniqueness compared to other productions. And from this point on, I'm simply not going to use the phrase lightly: "I've been a bit out of my skin lately" :))
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I used to love Pedro Almodóvar's work. Nowadays my interest in his films has waned somewhat, but I do occasionally watch something. The Skin I Live In has a well-written script, which puts the film on par with Almodóvar's best work. However, the subject matter is so controversial and the central idea so difficult for me to stomach that I can hardly imagine myself ever resorting to watching it again in the future. (75%)
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A very spicy movie. It takes a while to warm up, a little boring even at first - lots time and little action. But then I began to get lost, but that was when I began finding my feet. It was chilling watching the moments with Robert turning Vincent into Vera and I began completely engrossed. This movie is a quality piece of work which I would categorize as psychological. It’s true that it’s a little rushed at the end, but that didn’t bother me as much as the dragged out beginning, which is the only reason I don’t give this a full set of stars.
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