I’m a fan of Pedro Almodóvar‘s dark writing and directing (my own short stories are dark but in comparison I would throw the white towel!). No one makes films like he does. However, you shouldn’t watch his movies if you are squeamish.
We rented “The skin I live in” two nights ago.
One added bonus about watching “The skin I live in” was being mesmerised by Elena Anaya‘s beauty. My wife was beginning to get annoyed when the next day I kept talking and talking about the film.
She said right it wasn’t the bloody movie was it, it was the girl you can’t get her out of your head! ( Don’t get the wrong idea I am faithful to her, readers I give you the right to throw rotten tomatoes I should keep such enthusiasm to myself but I do reserve my right at least as an Artist to be obsessed with beauty wherever I find it!)
The truth is Elena Anaya looked exactly like a 21-year-old teacher I had when I was eleven years old. Don’t think it was lucky. It was torture!
I guess it just shows that the faces you love keep finding you throughout life.
There is a fantastic twist to the movie which would make most men go “Ouch!” but I’m not going to spoil it for you.