The plastic surgeon Robert is so obsessed with his research on human skin, how superficial his understanding of the human soul is. This obscure authority and abuse of power have turned everything around him into a nightmare.
His beloved wife was burnt beyond recognition because he ran away for adultery with his half-brother, his daughter was raped and his depression worsened and he mistook him for a rapist.
The film's most heart-wrenching character is of course Vincent, who doesn't physically violate the plastic surgeon's daughter, but is forced to erase the male body. Being castrated and transformed into a perfect female (Robert's wife) doesn't wipe out the basic fact that Vincent is a male, but Robert fell in love with him based on his looks, and that's where this movie is really absurd, Robert This man has never had love at all, and can't understand what love is all about. Or maybe he just loves his career, loves his talent, loves his magical hands and his ability to transform others at will.
As for Vincent, this little guy is a little bit round-legged, can make clothes, loves drugs, is full of sexual impulses but also loves a girl seriously, he has never lost himself, he remembers the way home and Wait for his mother, and prove to the girl he likes that she is him. The most touching moment of the movie is when he put on that floral dress that pleases girls. Six years later, he has not lost the dress, and he has not forgotten himself. He is an ordinary boy in this world, he has a portrait of his own soul, he kisses the man who became the missing person in the newspaper.
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