Les yeux sans visage

An incredible amalgam of horror and fairy tale in which scalpels thud into quivering flesh and the tremulous heroine (Edith Scob) remains a prisoner of solitude in waxen mask of eerie, frozen beauty. Having crashed the car which destroyed her face. Her doctor father (Brasseur) feverishly experiments with skin grafts, each failure requiring his devoted assistant (Valli) to prowl the Latin Quarter in search of another suitable donor.
Illuminated throughout by Franju’s unique sense of 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 – it’s a marvellous movie in the fullest sense.

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