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WATCH: The Skin I Live In Might Be The Weirdest Pedro Almodóvar Movie Yet


Queer Spanish director Pedro Almodóvar‘s latest flick is a mad-scientist thriller called La Piel Que Habito (a.k.a. The Skin I Live In). Now open in New York and L.A.—with more cities to come—it gives filmgoers a rollicking good two hours of total disturbance.

The film is adapted from Thierry Jonquet‘s 2003 novel Mygale (Tarantula), about an off-the-hinges plastic surgeon (early Almodovar discovery Antonio Banderas) who develops a synthetic super-skin for a woman he’s kidnapped. Why? Well, that’s where the subplots come in and, not to get too spoilery, it involves a gruesome revenge fantasy for the rape of his daughter.

Think Eyes Without A Face  meets Irma Vep meets Dead Ringers, Frankenstein and The Human Centipede, as directed by a gay, Technicolor-obsessed Douglas Sirk.