Mystery melodrama, revenge thriller, body horror, loopy black comedy.
The story begins with a beautiful woman apparently imprisoned in the lavish home of master plastic-surgeon Antonio Banderas, who has invented a way to create superhuman skin. From there... well, you’ll have to wait and see. Things just get darker, weirder and wittier. And when you’re sure that a jewel-thief dressed as a tiger is the oddest thing you’re going to see, Almod var yanks a wicked central plot-pivot and corkscrews his tale of madness and passion to new levels. The Skin I Live In sutures everything together for a genre-bender, a gender-bender and the most enjoyable film we’ve seen at the Cannes festival so far. Lovefilm.com
