In My Skin AKA Dans ma peau (2002). This movie is not for the faint of heart. Once again, the French show off their cinema prowess by exploring dangerous waters with full aplomb. Light in plot, this squeamish flick centers on a woman’s sudden fascination with her body, specifically with her skin and the meat that lies below. Somehow, this film is disturbingly portrayed with artistic flare, and at times feels shamefully sensual. That we are left to guess at the true origins of our heroine’s sudden deviation of social norms makes this even more disturbing. Is this an untoward consideration of human dualism; is this a longing for feeling in a mind numbing world; is this a social commentary on the feminine situation and her difficult position in the brave new world; or is Esther just going nuts? The acting was superb, and the direction was wonderful. The gore itself was artfully portrayed, leaving much to the imagination. For those that can stomach this wonderfully dark flick, be prepared to discover more questions than answers in the contemplation of Esther’s situation. Ashe.
derek
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Fate is my mistress, mother of the cruel abomination that is hope.
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