The Skin I Live In (Pedro Almodóvar, 2011).
The first 30 minutes or so of The Skin I Live In, I sat and thought about these scientists, researchers, medics and what have you, who conduct their work single-handedly. Whithout assistants or helping hands they achive superior results in labs that always are impeccably organized and clean. Suspending that disbelief the film began to work and I concluded that the slickness matches the elegancy of Almodóvar's movie as a whole. The space and ambiance and the props all have a solid appearance. The actors and their costumes too. And the script has an equal artisanal feel. The Skin I Live In is a tale about revenge, horrificly orchestrated and fiendishly realized.
I had forgotten how good Almodóvar can be.
This was Best Non-English Language Film for 2011. 65°