In our miraculous country, we used to pay attention to the fact that you should not lose face if you lose anything.
The so-called, people live a face.
The face is wrapped in people's sense of honor and shame and kidnapped their shame. More importantly, it also gives people a sense of identity.
Without this face, how can you meet people?
Who still knows you, who do you know?
As the plastic surgeon played by Antonio Banderas, the male lead in "The Skin of My Place," said: "The face is the identification of a person."
This reminds me of being nominated for gold with "The Skin of My Place" Ball's "The Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling".
Shameless prostitutes and shameless schoolgirls, while changing faces, changed life and death.
When prostitutes and students can no longer be used as labels to identify the difference between them, Yumo and Shujuan are not ordinary holy.
"It's said that bitches are ruthless, we're going to do a big event today!"
These words from the "prostitutes for schoolgirls at the banquet" ideological agitation meeting exposed the "sacrifice" that the national teacher kept saying, but it was actually nothing more than a Symbolic makeup remover.
The faces of prostitutes have taken off the powder and become the faces of schoolgirls. They just broke through the grievances of their professional status.
Jade ink is still jade ink. Shujuan also threw it was Shujuan.
In the end, what they exchanged was life and death, not their face.
And Almodovar's "The Skin of My Residence" is much more piercing.
He disdains to be just a makeup remover who smashes symbols, he directly destroys the face and the immediate identity it represents: name, age, occupation, gender and all other identities. Leaving an empty soul.
There is staggering violence against organs in the film, but everything is clinically clean and calm. As Almodovar himself said: "This is a horror film without screaming and fright."
No exaggerated blood, no spread of semen.
Almodovar's violence and eroticism are all in those, like flowing music and fresh pictures, and become those distorted loves, the last sigh.
However, if you really think that this is just the revenge of the plastic surgeon's father for his daughter who died of rape, you are really overestimating love and underestimating Almodovar.
As he said, revenge doesn't really mean anything because the rape doesn't actually happen.
The great thing about this setting is that it strips away the man's tragic disguise.
Revenge is just an excuse in the name of false love, and nostalgia is just an excuse to cover up the truth.
The so-called "woman" who slept next to the plastic surgeon with the face of his dead wife was just a "toy" of identity and freedom that he imprisoned.
His kindness to her is the kindness of the Creator to toys. He gave her the most beautiful skin and facial features in the world. With her gender and past confiscated, she thought in her heart that she would give in and accept the life he created. She was even given a new name: "Vera!"
Little did she know, a reminder about the past could instantly bring her back to her original form.
She kissed the bearded self that was in the newspaper and picked up the gun.
Almodovar made this soul, who could no longer recognize its original face, staggered but persevered to find its own identity that was more real than its face: memory, gender awareness, and self-awareness.
She did not choose to remain anonymous or go far away, and finally refused to live as Vera. Although Vera is so perfect that the whole world covets, she also wants to go back to the young Vincent of the small town.
After being imprisoned, transgendered, disguised, raped, and killed two people, she returned to the tailoring shop she ran away from on her motorcycle six years ago — her home.
Has been looking for her mother, has been unable to recognize her. The girl she loves has regarded her as a stranger.
She still insisted on telling them, I was the boy Vincent of the year!
As the plastic surgeon said: "She is a natural survivor", but he may not have the chance to understand, that is because, she has always known who she is!
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