Movie Review: The Skin I Live In

           The Skin I Live In is only the second of Pedro Almodovar’s films I’ve seen, the other being Bad Education. I honestly can’t say that I remember all that much about Bad Education so I’m not sure how much the following pronouncement actually means: The Skin I Live In is my favorite Almodavar film to date and the less I say about it in my review, the better.
           Of course, I will say something about the film. Heck, a few things.

Thing 1: Unlike Bad Education, The Skin I Live In actually made me want to see more Almodovar films, which is exciting (for me) and about the greatest compliment I can give an artist.

Another Thing: I saw The Skin I Live In--a film replete with _____ and _______ and all sorts of disturb__________--with my old high-school librarian, whom I hadn’t seen in almost a decade before meeting up with to go see this film. Who’d’ve thunk me and my old h.s. librarian would eventually sit together in a movie theater and watch a man in a tiger-costume try and _______ a woman in a skin-colored neoprene jumpsuit? Honestly? Who’d’ve thunk?!?

   

Just One More Thing: I probably wouldn’t go out of my way to re-watch The Skin I Live In (while it is lovely and engrossing it’s also a bit ________), but I definitely wouldn’t mind talking it over with someone who’d seen it. The film is jam-packed with questions of _________ and ____ and, well, it’s just so __________ and Antonio Banderas is just such a convincing _________ that...