An incredible amalgamation of horror and fairytale in which scalpels thud into quivering flesh. Having crashed the car which destroyed her face, Christiane (Edith Scob) remains a prisoner of solitude in a waxen mask of eerie, frozen beauty after her doctor father (Pierre Brasseur) feverishly experiments with skin grafts. With every failed attempt at reconstructing his daughter's timely elegance, he sends his devoted assistant to prowl in search for another 'donor', forming a terrifying venture into madness and vanity which feels more apt and disarming in today's society than when director Georges Franju originally unveiled such imagery. Illuminated throughout by the auteur's unique sense of visual poetry - nowhere more evident than in the final shot of Scob wandering free through the night, her mask discarded but her face seen only by the dogs at her feet and the dove on her shoulder - this is a masterful experience that burrows deep into the psyche where it plays havoc long after the curtain call. Spanish filmmaker Pedro Almodóvar simulated Eyes Without A Face in his expressively haunting psychological drama The Skin I Live In.
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