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A yakuza enforcer is ordered to secretly drive his beloved colleague to be assassinated. But when the colleague unceremoniously disappears en route, the trip that follows is a twisted, surreal and horrifying experience.
Successful, young, with a loving boyfriend on her side, Esther is a woman who seems satisfied with her life, nevertheless, ever since that profound laceration in her leg, underneath this elaborate facade, Esther conceals another, more compulsive self. Somehow numb to the pain, Esther, little by little, begins to develop an enthralling and equally compelling fascination for the taste of her own flesh, burrowing deeper and deeper into an unknown realm of self-mutilation and dreadful cannibalistic pleasure. Gradually, as the blind primitive impulses literally consume Esther, her ever-growing fits of fetishistic self-consuming rage will inevitably become noticeable to everyone, and above all, to her worried boyfriend. But he is just powerless against Esther's unsatisfied cravings. Written by
The Belcourt Cinema in Nashville warned ticket holders that they would not get a refund if they left the theater as In My Skin, a creepy French quasi-horror film about a girl who cuts into her body, played -- no matter how much they protested. Three people left the theater and one girl looked to be crying. I got light-headed, my forehead felt hot, my stomach wanted to void its contents, and my brain wanted me to flee -- and that was when she went to see the doctor about the cut on her leg. (I had to close my eyes and calm my thoughts for about a minute.) The wound was nasty but it was nothing compared to what she did to herself later. Most of the cutting happened off-camera which on made her actions more gruesome because the imagination had been activated. Just the sound alone was enough to make me cringe. When I slept later that night a nightmare haunted me. My leg was craved of all it flesh and muscle until nothing was left but bone. Yes, this movie truly disturbed me worse than anything I've ever seen. Worse than Texas Chain Saw Massacre or Hellraiser -- mainly because In My Skin was done as a real film. No, serial killers or demons from Hell, just a girl with mental problems.
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