Have you ever been sitting with your friends and maybe having a few drinks, and someone asks the group, "If you could go back in time, where would you go?" The answers always seem to be the same. You have a few that want to know who really shot JFK. Some patriots may want to stop the events of 9/11, while some religious people may want to go back and see Jesus. Well about three days ago, my answer changed forever. I, at one time, would consider myself in the JFK group, but now if I had the power to go back, I would travel back to around 2008 when Derek Franson wrote this horse shit "film" and slap the pen out of his hand, or throw his laptop out the window. I really do not know what to say except this film sucks.
What is the movie about you ask? Okay, I do not even have the patience or desire to write my own description because it would go something like "some ugly bitch got a tattoo that took over her body and she did not wear a lot of clothes." Here is how IMDB describes it: "A lonely young woman's desperate need for emotional and sexual companionship draws her into a surreal and ultimately destructive relationship with a shifting and whispering tattoo she has willed to life on her skin." Yep, that is it. Someone actually wrote a screenplay with that plot, but not only that, someone or some studio put up millions of dollars to create this shit fest.
I will admit that the movie lost my attention in the first ten minutes. I don't know if it was because it was 12:00 am when I started it, or the fact that it was just that bad. Actually, it IS just that bad. I never start a movie before 10:00 pm so the time has nothing to do with my opinion of this garbage. it was so bad that I only remember one scene. I do not even know what was going on, I think that tattoo was raping the girl, or maybe it was Derek Franson raping me.
I know I did not go into much detail in this review, but I really just do not want to. The movie Comforting Skin may be the worst film I have ever watched, and the only comforting I got was when the end credits rolled.
I give this movie a big up yours, and Derek Franson owes me a new cleaver.