The Skin I Live In

  • September 14, 2013 / 16:00
  • September 21, 2013 / 19:00

Director: Pedro Almodovar
Cast: Antonio Banderas, Elena Anaya, Marisa Paredes
Spain, 120’, 2012, color
Spanish with Turkish subtitles

Dr. Robert Ledgard is a driven plastic surgeon haunted by personal tragedies. After many years of trial and error, he finally prefects a new skin – a shield which could have prevented the death of his wife in an accident years earlier. His latest “guinea pig” is a mysterious captive whose true identity masks a shocking mystery. The Skin I Live In is a masterful tale of secrets, obsession and revenge from Academy Award winning writer, director Pedro Almodovar.

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Trailer

The Skin I Live In

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