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  • "The Man Who Sold His Skin," Tunisia's first ever International Feature Film nominee at the Academy Awards, reminded me a lot of the movie "Synonyms" from last year. Both are about men who have been exiled from their countries of origin -- in one the man is a Syrian refugee, in the other a young man self exiles himself from the oppressive military culture of Israel. In both films, the men find themselves turned into commodities by their adopted countries, welcomed only as much as they can prove themselves to be useful. I liked both films quite a lot, "Synonyms" probably a bit more, but "The Man Who Sold His Skin" is quite good in its own right.

    It's apparently based on a true story, though I always take that claim with a grain of salt. The man at the film's center agrees to have his entire back tattooed with a visa that allows refugees to travel freely through Europe, which turns him into a living work of art on display in museums and galleries. The lack of narrative subtlety is compensated for by a striking visual style. This film looks beautiful, nearly every scene offering the viewer composition just begging to be admired. Indeed, at times it's almost a little too beautiful, too carefully composed, as if the director just couldn't help but make choices that would draw attention to themselves. But it's a sin I can forgive when the results are a movie that looks as good as this one does.

    Grade: A.
  • AhmedSpielberg991 April 2021
    6/10
    OK
    Let's just keep in mind that this movie isn't the type of a satirical work that is meant to tackle its subject matter by probing it or offering a deeper understanding of the whole situation and, definitely, not to reach a resolution. It's rather more akin to a cautionary tale, or one that shines a spotlight on the social and political situations and what they entail, exposing the superficiality of them all by explicitly reflecting it on a seemingly unrelated surface, which is here art. Excuse my ignorance of the term that would spare me all that rambling. I just wanted to remind some people (myself included) who can easily mistake this for being too on-the-nose that it's actually intentionally so, the thing that could be clearly noticed through its self-awareness of its pretentiousness, and I couldn't imagine a more competent way to mirror that than espousing art.

    The Man Who Sold His Skin revolves around a highly provocative subject of a Syrian refugee, Sam Ali, in Beirut who accepts a deal offered to him by a contemporary artist, Jeffrey Godefroi, to have his back turned into a living work of art in order to travel to Belgium. As a contemporary take on a Faustian deal, the movie truly shines. It's true this story is about a man who sells his skin (hence his identity) to the artist, Jeffrey, (he even mentioned that he sees himself as Mephistopheles) in return for "freedom," but here the protagonist is marked by a pronounced stigma, namely the Visa tattooed on his back, "this work of art bears the signature of the devil," said Mr. Waltz and his wife justifying the reason why they bought Sam. He became a flesh-and-blood example of the exploitation Syrian refugees, although he willingly became one, mainly to live with the love of his life, Abeer. That leads us to the main complaint I have with this movie: the love story, or rather the drama surrounds it.

    The movie quickly makes us abandon any thought the story would be heavy on its prickly themes of human trafficking, exploitation and the commodification of people, declaring out loud it's a love story through and through. But here is the thing, the romantic dramedy elements here are too pedestrian and the characterizations severely lacking in nuance to keep me invested. Consequently, the movie drags quite often. The story also tries to stir a few emotional chords by the end, trying as hard as it can to bring out more of its potential to be a reflective drama. Suffice it to say, it falls flat on the emotional punch. What really bogged this movie down is its dense caustic encapsulation, which although it lends the social commentary the edge it needed, it definitely does seem completely discordant with both the dramatic and the romantic aspects, hindering the heart and levity from seeping out of the surface.

    As art takes the centre stage, the cinematography doesn't skimp on its artistic ambitions. First movie that popped into my head watching the stunning, garish visuals in the scenes set in the gallery is Velvet Buzzsaw (Dan Gilroy's latest effort, also centred around art,) but instead of only serving its sole purpose of giving a hazardous sense, here it surpasses that by expressing the inner feelings of the characters. The compositions, in particular, that involved two or more characters resulted in some of the best shots I've seen in any movie from last year; they are truly eloquent when it comes to juxtaposing the characters' emotions and thoughts.

    (6/10)
  • The Man Who Sold His Skin is a pretty good movie. And it's one about art that to an extent shares my feelings and opinions of it. Meaning, that I was naturally inclined to like it as soon as I understood what was going on... And I did.

    But the movie comes with its own collection of flaws that are a little too big to miss. The greatest complaint I have is that the movie overall seemed aimless. Aimless in that there was no one destination the writers felt comfortable diving deep into. Rather, the movie keeps itself safe on the surface; often finding itself at the door of a sophisticated and thought provoking conflict, but hesitates entering or engaging with those questions. Another minor complaint is the ending; which after all what the movie has been about, felt a little too cheesy.

    Overall, I like what the movie is about, and I'm glad I watched it. The complaints I have are not too great to prevent one from enjoying the movie.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    Oscar Nominated for Best International feature (Writer-Director Kaouther Ben Hania is the first female Muslim to be so honored). Ben Hania was inspired by the true story of artist Wim Devoye's conceptual piece where a tattoo on a man (Tim Steiner; who has a bit part here) is the work of art. Tunisian Ben Hania has taken this kernel of an idea and transplanted it to Dictator Barshar al-Assad's Syria.

    A young couple, Sam (Yahya Mahayni) and his fiancee Abeer (Dea Liane), get in trouble with the government for the offense of showing affection in public. Sam becomes a political refugee in Beirut Lebanon. There, he meets a famed artist Jeffrey Godefroi (Koen DeBouw) and his aggressive assistant Soraya (Monica Belluci). Sam becomes Jeffrey's Tim with his body literally becoming a canvas. Now, a living, breathing 'work of art', Sam is able to travel openly to the West. The irony isn't lost on anyone - Sam is now freer as a commodity than as a human being.

    In some ways, Ben Hania's screenplay is similar to the tales of the poor and dispossessed selling body organs as a way out of poverty or some other dire situation. The difference here is that Sam is an educated man. He is fully aware of the dark absurdity of it all. At one point, he dares speak to his admirers where he sits as an exhibit, and is admonished that this line isn't to be crossed.

    MAN WHO SOLD HIS SKIN may not be a deep exercise (it's symbolism is plain as day), but, what makes it sing is how well, and entertainingly, it is made. The romance between Sam and Abeer may not be one for the ages, but, it feels genuine and Mayayni and Liane are an intriguing pair of actors. SKIN was a worthy nominee.
  • Greetings again from the darkness. Lao Tzu wrote, "Being loved deeply by someone gives you strength, while loving someone gives you courage." But to what extreme would you go for true love, and how far is too far? Writer-director Kaouther Ben Hania offers an early scene on a commuter train as Sam Ali and Abeer flirt and tease to the point that he publically, and loudly, proclaims his love for her. Unfortunately for him, his outburst occurs in Syria, where human rights are always in peril. In fact, this love story is burdened with the weight of human rights, individual choices, and the power of art.

    Ms. Ben Hania bookends her film with a choreographed art installation coated in a blizzard of white walls and white gloves. It's 2011, when a distant relative in law enforcement assists Sam Ali (Yahya Mahayni) with his (quite creative) escape from Syria to Lebanon - after a painful slap of reality accompanies Sam's goodbye to his beloved Abeer (Dea Liane in her first screen credit). As Sam flees for his life, Abeer is pressured by her family into an arranged marriage.

    We then flash forward one year to find Sam working in a Beirut chicken factory. He scrounges for food at the buffet of local art galleries until one day he is spotted by Soraya (a blond Monica Bellucci), the agent for acclaimed artist Jeffrey Godefroy (Koen De Bouw). When Sam and Godefroy meet, the artist tells him that art is "alive" and, more precisely, "I want your back". A Faustian deal is cut. Godefroy turns Sam Ali into a living piece of art by tattooing his back, and Sam gets the travel visa he desperately needs to reunite with Abeer.

    With Sam basically a commodity (there are even T-shirts of his back in the gift shop), there are protests to his being exploited - this despite Sam enjoying the nice hotels, room service, and promise of the visa. Of course, as with any commodity, it's only a matter of time before the almighty dollar comes into play, and soon Sam is auctioned off to a collector. Subtle humor has a role throughout much of the film, and Mr. Mahayni is quite believable as a Syrian refugee sacrificing for love. Ms. Ben Hania's film is inspired by "Tim", an original artwork tattoo by Wim Delvoye sold to a collector in 2008. Mr. Delvoye, a controversial Belgian artist, even makes a brief appearance here as an insurance agent. This is a thought-provoking love story, survival tale, and commentary on the bent side of the art world. When is a man truly free? We don't typically think of Tunisia as a hotbed for cinema, but this film deserves attention.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    As an attention-grabbing movie, it's perfect. Half of the time, I was legit sick of some of the comments from art collectors/artists/connaisseurs, etc..

    The movie focuses on the desperation of Syrian refugees to get a better life, but it satires and highlights the inhuman treatment of refugees in Europe and the world, treating people like numbers or objects.

    It provokes the 21st colonization, by rich people, artistas, pseudo-activists, who think themselves as saviours and as better people for paying a refugee, for giving them attention. The movie brillianty satires that presumption, making the refugee a slave and a property of the white rich artist or the white rich colector. To them, what they do is charity.

    Social dilemma aside, the movie isn't amazing. The love story that serves as the anchor isn't new or flashy, and the cinematography is okay, with some questionable choice of visual effects.

    But that's being very petty. The movie is very good and it's one of those movies that you must show around for years to come.

    PS: Blond Monica Bellucci is a godess.
  • A Syrian refugee reluctantly agrees to have his back tattooed by a renowned artist, making his body a priceless work of art. It's an intriguing premise, and the film is at its strongest when it focuses on this Faustian bargain and makes comments about how the affluent blithely ignore suffering in the world, and worse yet, don't even recognize the humanity of others. It's ironic that making a statement about this seems to be the intention of the artist himself, and yet, with the way he and his assistant treat the man, they do the very same thing. The dynamic between the artist and refugee should have been explored more, and in nuanced ways, but there is no denying the power in the scene where the artwork is auctioned off. I also found it interesting that just as in Minari, the immigrants work at a factory where baby chicks are sorted, a metaphor for just how calmly cruel humanity can be.

    Yahya Mahayni turns in a good performance as the refugee, but I sometimes thought his character's motivation was suspect. The biggest issue, however, is that despite its interesting concepts, the film also included a love triangle. As charming as a couple of the moments this gave us were (the impromptu dancing on the train comes to mind), overall, it's banal and a massive distraction. The film tries to do too much, including an unpleasant scene that would have been better left to Dr. Pimple Popper, and an ending sequence that showed little artistic restraint. It's too bad, it took away from what could have been a much more powerful film.
  • The opening scene shows a framed item being hung in a stark white exhibition space. We're then greeted to the sound of purring cat as a man stirs awake. This is, for the most part, the nearest we get to a happy scene: 'The man who sold his skin' is an excellent film, but it's not a particularly pleasant story being told.

    There is an unyielding tension pervading the feature that comes from the mere knowledge of the premise, let alone seeing the narrative play out. Passing moments of levity, and the quality of the film-making craft on display, help to offset that feeling, and an accompanying melancholy, but don't truly make this easier to watch.

    Yet make no mistake, 'The man who sold his skin' is a fine film, very well made. Writer-director Kaouther Ben Hania's camerawork is exquisite, with many eye-catching shots as worthy of appreciation as any piece of art in a museum. There are several instances where lens flare, or the refraction of light through glass, is used to partly obscure a shot with an artistic touch that I think often gets lost in many pictures employing the same tricks. Then, too, the music of composer Amine Bouhafa catches our attention to, perfectly complementing the scenes we see.

    And the cast is outstanding. The only actor here I distinctly recognize is Monica Bellucci, whose presence is surprising but welcome, as she brings an entrancing, understated intensity to her role. I could swear I've seen Koen De Bouw in other features, though a glance at his credits suggests otherwise. Still, there's a purposefulness, and cunning, in his countenance that we can't tear our eyes away from. Above all, though, I would love to learn more about Dea Liane, and star Yahya Mahayni, whose lack of renown belies great skill. It's a joy to see them at play, and I'd love to watch more of their features.

    Engrossing as Ben Hania's screenplay is, the narrative is a thinly veiled vehicle for stark themes of human rights, racism, exploitation, dehumanization, and the tricks we fool ourselves into believing in pursuit of a better life. There are some especially ugly and cringe-worthy moments on display as these notions are laid as bare as the skin on protagonist Sam Ali's back. Once more - it's undeniably captivating, but viewers looking for an uplifting flick may wish to look elsewhere.

    Still, when all is said and done, the ending is a little bit shocking, yet also deeply rewarding. It's a fine capstone to a film that has explored some very murky territory, and further credit to the writing.

    There's no question in my mind that 'The man who sold his skin' is well deserving of every accolade to come its way. It can be a difficult movie to watch at times, but it's so well made that it's a journey very much worth taking, and finding to watch wherever you can.
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    Through its conduct, its plot and its main character, the man who sold his skin, the film evokes artistic creation and precariousness. The man who sold his skin is played by Yahya Mahayni, who is all subtlety. We understand his motivations through his behavior. But his character retains an element of mystery, which maintains the viewer's empathy and interest. There are very basic motivations: saving one's skin as an immigrant, finding a love interest. But the characters add little touches that mean they can't be reduced to these two motivations.

    The film poses an interesting question in an age of widespread tattooing. Here, a well-known artist (Koen De Bouw, all irony) tattoos the back of a Syrian immigrant. The tattoo is a passport. The work is the tattoo, but also the tattooed individual's skin. He has a contract where he has to appear at regular intervals at exhibitions, where he is exposed himself: he shows his back. Then he's sold. The issue of the commodification of the individual can be a metaphor for other issues surrounding the commodification of bodies. A subtle film, rich in multiple themes.
  • YES! "The Man Who Sold His Skin" left me with so many answers to gut hunches I had about the businness of art and how it steals peoples souls. This is a story driven movie, simple filming some amazing shots and locations, economic dialogue that required some of the most intense acting from Yahya Mahani. This brothers abilty to show emotion was so thorough that I actually felt what he was going through. Such a powerful perfomance that I had to come on here and tell people of this movie. I have never seen or heard a story like this. A must see for REAL movie fans who need more then watching blind entertainment. I found this while searching tattoos.
  • This movie had much potential to be a masterpiece, but most of this potential was lost due to bad acting and bad script.
  • laduqesa15 January 2022
    I hadn't realised that was by a Tunisian director. She did a good job to get Syrians to play nearly all of the principal parts. It really irritates me when the accents don't match the supposed country when I watch an Arabic-language film and I always wonder why so many films make do with impersonations. I used to live in Syria, so it is even worse when the actors are playing (and failing) the various Syrian accents.

    I was also pleased to see that there was very little propaganda against His Excellency Bashar al-Assad, the elected President of Syria. He was referred to as a dictator at one point; I wish the translation on the subtitles had said "Autarch" which might have been better. However, despite the freedoms experienced by Syrians before the attack on her, the results of the scene in the train during the marriage proposal and its subsequent sequels are wearily familiar as were the family connections used as a solution.

    Life as a refugee was shown unflinchingly. I have had experience of some of the tricks and strategies used by migrants to stay alive - I live in a different Arab country now and see sub-Saharan immigrants at exhibitions where food will be served so they can get a meal for free just as Sam and his friends do in the film.

    It's at one of these exhibitions that Sam's life changes. He makes a pact that will allow him to follow his love to Europe to fulfil a promise and a dream. He has contracted out his body.

    Not everything goes smoothly, of course. There wouldn't have been a film if it had. That the hour and forty four minutes flew past is a testament to the power of the storyline and plot development. The last two twists in the final minutes of the film had me in the depths of despair; I'd seen the first one coming. What else would DAESH had done? There's another development after that which resolves the film completely.

    I had had this waiting to be watched for a month or so. Last night was an ideal time to watch; I was relaxed and ready for it. I recommend the film.
  • Great visuals, wonderful use of colour, and mesmerising top-of-the-class cinematography A movie with many questions.. Are refugees well treated? Or will they always be "refugees" with a potential terroristic nature?

    Art.. where are the red lines? When do we stop calling it art? At the lines of human trafficking, prostitution, captivation, or humiliation?

    War dealers.. are they the sole winners?
  • But the skin is as deep as you'll get with these characters (rimshot!). The film is extremely surface level. It has an amazing premise but that's it. The trailer is infinitely more thought provoking because there is only about 2 minutes worth of ideas in this film anyway and at least the trailer raises your heartbeat with a cool song. The film does nothing interesting with the premise other than hit you over the head with the most basic metaphors about human dignity and immigration. The only thing the film felt passionate about was the cuckold love story and even that was intrinsically shallow. As with so many indie films, you can tell it was designed for attracting distributors at film festivals rather than stimulating an audience.
  • sudhakaranakhilan13 February 2021
    The phrase 'who cares' is completely suitable to the attitude of Sam who comes through various levels of life. Mostly, the bitter taste of Sam's life is a common thing, were he breaks up with love, his wish to go Europe etc. but there lies a hidden (but not much hidden) factor encircled with the political atrocities around Syria. Sam is also a victim but he is not bothered. He seems botherless in any of his badness befalls on him. He behave like childish, comic and somehow what we early said 'who cares' manner. He let his body for art work. He seems to be a property. But the money offers him doesn't allow him to think about the valueless of his body apart from the self of his inner mind. He seems cool and always put a happy smile on his face. He is not bothered about the marriage of his girlfriend. But at last everything swirls back in favor of Sam. Loosely based on a true event the film goes smoothly providing lots to laugh. Sam done by Yaheya Moheni was blazed with his performance.
  • CinemaClown10 July 2021
    Nominated for Best International Feature Film at the last Academy Awards, The Man Who Sold His Skin features an interesting premise concerning a Syrian refugee exploited in the name of art and could've made for a sharp, scathing satire on the whole thing. But it is so preoccupied with its love story that all the themes the film touches upon and the places it could've gone to remain unexplored.

    Written & directed by Kaouther Ben Hania, the film starts on a promising note and the early setups even hint at something audacious in the making. However, instead of digging into its unfolding set of events, Hania just skims through it and settles for a simplified outcome that avoids any risks. Anyone looking for a movie to explore the political implications of turning a human into a commodity is going to be disappointed here.

    Maybe Hania never intended to say something profound with her story and it's probably why that ending is still part of the final product, despite it betraying a lot of what happens before. The framing, composition & lighting on display is impressive throughout but what stands out best is Yahya Mahayni's potent showcase as the titular artwork. Dea Liane is just as good in her role as his lover while Monica Bellucci feels like a miscast in this.

    Overall, The Man Who Sold His Skin brushes on themes of refugee crisis, exploitation, elitism, objectification & dehumanisation but is more concerned with its glossy romance subplot than the heavier elements present in the picture. The lovesick protagonist's inability to get over his break-up does more harm than good to our investment in him. Also, the romance itself is cold & lacking in warmth, which in turn makes the ending all the more underwhelming.
  • "This work of art bears the signature of the devil."

    Nominated for Best International Film, The Man Who Sold His Skin follows Sam, a Syrian refugee, whose own body is turned into a living work of art and promptly exhibited in a museum, but he will soon realize to have sold away more than just his skin. Sort of a surprise, this movie came out of nowhere with its nomination; the same for Better Days. The movie has sort of a mixed reaction but generally liked by most. I found it to be a very interesting concept. Topics such as the exploration of art and treatment of refugees like they are objects rather than human are discussed in great detail. The script works well in its favor. Randomly, when we're given these scenes where the speak English I will say the dialogue loses its luster and is lazily put together. For the most part, it does come together. The performances all around are great. Yahya Mahayni gives an introspective performance that only he could do.

    The biggest part of the movie is art, as that is what it's about. Every shot looks like a piece of art. The shots are so elaborate and speak so much revealing underlying subtext and more. Would've loved to see it get recognized in some way but hardly anyone heard about it until its nomination. I wonder if all the artwork was made for this or if other artists allowed for their work to be used, but that's just a question for me. The score is quite beautiful too which crates an emotion to the story. Through all the positives in the movie, there are the negatives that go with it. Pacing becomes the main issue here. To begin with it is slow. Although this is a slow burn and could've chopped down on the minutes, it does take a certain person to get into it. But the final act doesn't hold up to the first two. It ends on a note that's both predictable and unpredictable. Had it ended just a little bit earlier, I would've been fine with the ending, but we have this unnecessary message that doesn't do anything else to the story. Part of it works and the other doesn't. In the end, The Man Who Sold His Skin is a solid movie. It's been a little over a week (been busy with schoolwork and couldn't find the time to sit and write this review) but it has stuck in my thoughts, mainly the shots and art. Added just this weekend to Hulu, you can see it there or rent it on VOD.
  • A bitter and sarcastic movie, about the desperate acts of a man in search of a way to meet the woman he loves... A living art exhibition or an abuse?
  • billcr1225 May 2021
    A desperate man on the run from Syria, sells his back as a canvas for an eccentric artist. He sits as a display for audiences at galleries and museums. His girlfriend Has moved to Belgium with her new husband. He is well paid but has doubts about his choice. The story uses a real life situation where a man sold his skin to an artist. The movie was nominated for an Oscar and I rank it just below A Better Life in the foreign film category.
  • It is the story what you can do to get someone's love. It is placed in some bad time with difficult circumstances, which can do a big damages to the main players in it. Some of scenes are done elegantly accompanied by Vivaldi's music, which gives us the impression of watching a masterpiece. Anyway, it isn't masterpiece, but it was close to be.
  • "The Man Who Sold His Skin" depicts a refugee forced into an unpleasant predicament. In showing the plight of refugees, Kaouther Ben Hani's Academy Award-nominated movie also looks at the cold attitudes of supposedly highbrow individuals. The sad thing is that there are probably people in real life who have gotten subjected to this sort of thing. I recommend it.
  • atractiveeyes28 February 2021
    The Man Who Sold His Skin is Tunisia's official submission to the Oscars and was shortlisted. It's just a masterpiece. It's original, smart, different and powerful. Kawthar Ben Hania did an amazing job in writing and directing this movie, she's really a genius. The story is brilliant and tackles many interesting topics and a humane cause, and also delivers an important message. All of that portrayed so nicely in an artsy way that gives the movie a very awesome special atmosphere. The Man Who Sold His Skin is my favorite foreign-language film from last year and one of my favorite movies ever. See it whenever you get the chance to.
  • I don't know if any credit is given--I have not seen this movie--but the plot as described is taken almost plot turn for plot turn from a Roald Dahl short story called SKIN. It is a great short story. It is available for anyone to download from the Internet. I hope the script writer has given credit to Roald Dahl because it is DEFINITELY ROALD DAHL's PLOT. I have not described in great detail the plot of Roald Dahl's story--anyone who wants to can read it--but the plot summary of this movie is the plot of SKIN.
  • cdcrb2 April 2021
    Warning: Spoilers
    It's nominated for best foreign film and should be. This is an important and wonderful movie. It covers a lot of "territory", perhaps too much. The title tells part of the story, but there's a lot more going on. Plus a sappy love story. This is for serious movie goers. Don't leave early.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    Careful if you're reading this, cause I will talk about the ending.

    First, I want to talk about the most attractive feature of this film. I'm speaking about the production values, which are heavily relied on its cinematography, at times thought-provoking, with religious imagery, art symbolisms and tilted frames, all of them full of a color palette that results, as its content, very artistic. But it's not the kind of art that we're mostly attracted to but a weird combination of close-ups and bizarre images that tell us: we're dehumanizing this man, we're taking away what makes him human: his freedom, his desires, his right to be with his family. The movie itself then turns into a piece of art itself and, as the mirror in the musem, it becomes the reflection of a reflection. A paradox, as the artist would say: PURE ART! I haven't watched such a subtle yet provoking piece of philosophy in a movie in a long time.

    Secondly, I want to talk about the director, Kaouther Ben Hania, and her amazing skills, showing without hesitating once, the hypocrisy of la crème de la crème, the upper class. I want her to become a much more known director, cause her style is just so wild, so on point. Her work needs to be watched relentlessly.

    Yahya Mahayni's Sam Ali is a force of nature, a charismatic man whose ambitions moved me to tears. Isn't it something we all would do? Shout how in love we are? Cry for the ones we love, who have suffered because we're not with them? I loved him, I knew I would love him since frame #1.

    Koen De Bouw, Monica Bellucci and Dea Liane are all on the same place: they deliver compelling performances that make you believe they're real people all the time.

    The ending though, THAT ending is what is making people love or hate this movie. I will not say people are right when they're prefering Sam dead at the end, when ISIS covers his head and shots him, but I kinda understand what kind of movie it would have been instead: all that savage imagery, all that bravura filmmaking, all that filosophy feels kinda wasted when the happy ending comes. Personally, I prefer the movie the way it is, but if you're trying to watch some gruesome, real movie that doesn't feel like a fable, then this is not your type of movie.
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