La Epidermis Esta Mostrando

Almodovar's <i>Skin</i>-deep scares are imperfect, overstyled, but fun.

22 La Epidermis Esta Mostrando

Banderas.


The Skin I Live In is idiosyncratic Spanish director Pedro Almodovar’s 18th film and the first in 21 years to reunite him with his discovery, Antonio Banderas, whose career he launched as the hottest Castilian export since paella. Surreal but disappointingly drab, it’s still not the best Almodovar in years. Despite the usual Almodovar plot twists, kinky sex and themes of sexual identity reversal, gender bending and mad desire, the cult auteur has gone off the tracks and lost his compass. The result is stylish, but nothing more than a derivative horror movie about plastic surgery gone berserk that recalls all those old midnight shows about mad scientists playing God with Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff, Lionel Atwill and George Zucco. The deadly rays from their secret labs must be heating up to a red alert with so much new interest in an old genre.

Based on the Thierry Jonque novel Tarantula, the sinister plot centers on Dr. Robert Ledgard (a lurid, sexy and riveting performance by Mr. Banderas), a handsome and wealthy but deranged plastic surgeon on the outskirts of Toledo who invents a “transgenic” therapy to create perfect human skin through the use of pig genes. Denounced by his peers, he retreats in secrecy to a palatial villa called El Cigarral, where he lives with an austere, chain-smoking, platinum-wigged housekeeper-cook named Marilia, who is really his own mother, and a beautiful mystery woman named Vera, whom he drugs with opium, wraps in a body stocking and holds prisoner in a locked, windowless room that he monitors night and day, the object of his macabre surgeries. Marilia sends sackcloth, double-sided tape, needles, scalpels and scissors for the doctor’s gruesome operations down to his lab in the basement in a dumbwaiter, guarding the experiments with her life. The precise nature of the relationships between these people takes a long time to unravel.

Everything changes when a weirdo dressed as a tiger arrives at the gate looking for Marilia and identifies himself through the security cameras by a birthmark on his rear end. He has just robbed Bulgari in Madrid and wants a face transplant. It appears he may have a dark history with Robert, as well as Vera, who every day looks more remarkably like Robert’s wife, who burned to death in a fire. Meanwhile, the movie meanders all over the place as time frames are juxtaposed to reveal an array of confusing clues from past and present, including a transsexual family secret. Chief among the revelations is a young man named Vicente, who raped and murdered the doctor’s beloved daughter years ago and then disappeared. What happened to him, and what is his relation to Vera? To reveal more would be disastrous to the shocking and violent conclusions Mr. Almodovar eventually draws. This is one you have to see for yourself. The film’s glamour—fashions by Jean Paul Gaultier, a jazzy score by flamenco fusion artist Concha Bulka, and huge framed Titians on the doctor’s walls—contrasts sharply to the dark, creepy gray color schemes. The Skin I Live In is not my favorite Almodovar film, but I’m happy to report he’s lost none of his flair for embellishing a sick, ghastly yarn with lavish, decadent flourishes that entertain while they keep you guessing.

rreed@observer.com

THE SKIN I LIVE IN

Running Time 117 minutes

Written by Pedro Almovodar

Directed by Pedro Almovodar

Starring Antonio Banderas, Elena Anaya and Jan Cornet

2/4

Comments

  1. Miguel says:

    You should read a little more before writing. To say that Paella is a Castilian export is disappointingly drab  of you. Paella comes from Valencia.

  2. Dbgatlanta says:

    Must you reveal so much plot in your review? Some of us read these before seeing the film.

  3. valia says:

    “..is a young man named Vicente, who raped and murdered the doctor’s beloved daughter years ago and then disappeared”

    Are you kidding me? Shouldn’t you guys actually watch the movie before you review it?

  4. Jorge de la Barrera says:

    The impression I have after seeing the film
    editing, of course, some downright morbid
    scenes, is that
    Almodóvar, once again, is trying to preach us his gospel, his
    worldview, his weltanschauung. He
    wants us to believe that an individual can be “prisoner” in a wrong body. To this end, Almodovar, through its Dr.
    Almodovarstein, changes the sex
    of Vincent without his consent, and try to induce him into the psychology of the opposite sex. Almodovar wants us to think that there
    are individuals imprisoned in the wrong sex, “victims of God” which
    the society tries to induce, in a monstrous form, to be straight. The rest of
    the accidents are just tricks to handle the story. A story that, by all means,
    is very predictable.
    Been an Almodovar’s film, since the first third of
    the film and knew that Elena Anaya was a transsexual, and that Balderas Antonio
    was about to get physical with her. And, of course, it was not a surprise the
    death of the monster.

    Just keep up the pace of the narrative:

    The tiger has nothing to do with… anything.

    The story that unlike traditional fire Marilia has is
    incredible. Just as her acting.

    It is highly unlikely that Gala would flee with such a tiger.

    It is unlikely that the mother would open the door to such a tiger.

    The fact that the woman, Gala, survived the crash is … ridiculous.
    I do not understand the trauma of the child and her reaction at the park.
    I do not understand the psychology of the man who was castrated it’s a very
    passive way a man with a very feminine attitude. It is simply… incredible.
    The lack of responsibility showed by all the characters is… annoying.

    Jorge de la Barrera