Pedro Almodovar’s latest film, “The Skin I Live In,” is based on Thierry Jonque’s novel “Tarantula,” and follows crazed plastic surgeon Robert Ledgard (Antonio Banderas) who’s using pig genes to create impenetrable human skin. He also keeps a strange woman captive in his home (although she does have fabulous skin).
Eric Kohn reviewed the film at Cannes in May and gave the film a B-. Wrote Kohn:
Almodóvar never brings any single ingredient into focus. With the exception of the white face mask that Banderas forces on Vera while making her go through a major physical transition, “Skin” lacks the sensationalistic imagery one might expect from Almodóvar. Cinematographer José Luis Alcaine keeps the images loud and expressionistic, but there’s not much to look at.
Still, the director does string together a strangely appealing atmosphere. It’s one that will be familiar to his fans for its extreme melodramatic overstatement and surrealistic twists brought to life with intentionally ludicrous delivery. The plot begins in 2012, flashes back six years and then informs us with a casual title card that we’re “back in the present.” Echoing his early days (I was reminded at times of “Matador,” a far superior Banderas collaboration), Almodóvar creates the lingering possibility that anything can happen, with no character’s life being sacred enough to survive the next scene.
So here’s the teaser. How does it look to you?