If Alfred Hitchcock were making movies in 2011 instead of the mid-20th century, he might very well have concocted something like "The Skin I Live In." It's a stylish sexual thriller that takes much of Hitchcock's obsessive voyeurism toward the female form and dials it up to 11.
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The Skin I Live In
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If Alfred Hitchcock were making movies in 2011 instead of the mid-20th century, he might very well have concocted something like "The Skin I Live In." It's a stylish sexual thriller that takes much of Hitchcock's obsessive voyeurism toward the female form and dials it up to 11.