Pedro Almodóvar is back with his latest feature The Skin I Live In starring Antonio Banderas, Elena Anaya and Marisa Paredes and based on Thierry Jonquet‘s novel Mygale.
I’m a huge fan of the director and I am really excited to see this film, despite what SOS contributor Eduardo Lucatero (who is one of our toughest critics) had to say about the picture in his daily Cannes report:
This year, however, definitely hasn’t lived up to the promise of its filmmakers. For his latest Cannes entry, El Piel Que Habito (The Skin I Live In), Pedro Almodóvar drops the melancholic lyricism of his past couple of works and went back to his usual model: a convoluted plot with a couple of ridiculous twists, gorgeous cinematography and art direction (and one of the greatest musical scores of his career, by regular Alberto Iglesias) but not much else. Elena Anaya is always a welcome presence, and here she does a good job playing a woman apparently kidnapped by an evil plastic surgeon, who is conducting experiments to create a human skin that is resistant to burns. As the back-stories grow elaborate enough to embarrass a Mexican soap, the viewer is left wondering if this is a comedy, a drama or an ad for Chanel.
The Skin I Live In will make its North American premiere at TIFF this September.