Review of The Skin I Live In (2011) by Anne-Julie L — 13 Mar 2012
Almodovar torture porn? Almodovar's Pygmalion/My Fair Lady? (And with a hint of Bunuel.) But it's too cool/cold/clinical, and/or too melodramatic, too ridiculous/outlandish, to be entirely convincing--too postmodern in a period of economic crisis.
(I guess Almodovar is too much like Dali and not enough like Bunuel.) It fails as a criticism of medical science, or the bourgeoisie, or capitalism, or even kidnapping and--SPOILER ALERT--forced gender deconstructive/reconstructive surgery, since the result is such a stunningly beautiful woman.
It seems like an elaborate, grand, dark fantasy in defense of someone's regrettable transsexuality or bisexuality. Compare with Viridiana.
This review of The Skin I Live In (2011) was written by Anne-Julie L on 13 Mar 2012.
The Skin I Live In has generally received very positive reviews.
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