157 days in a row at the cinema! Today I saw Tunisian drama, L’Amour des hommes (Of Skin and Men).
Of Skin and Men suffers from a visual identity crisis because it doesn’t know what it wants to be about. It thinks of itself as seductive but refuses to put us in the mood, it tries to be feminist but doesn’t put up a fight, it calls itself political but has nothing to say… When they say this film was released they mean from an asylum and, frankly, it should’ve got more help before they released it.
The lead actress, for example, doesn’t take pictures with her camera, she acts like she’s taking pictures, just like the director is only acting like he thinks a director should direct or the writer has written a screenplay he thought a writer would write.
In short, Of Skin and Men feels two-dimensional and covered with a film that prevents us from touching the movie or being touched by it.
Out of a possible 10, I have 3 Fs to give.