Second Skin is so bad it almost has to be seen to
be believed. But don’t: We don’t want to encourage this sort
of thing. Updating its tired telenovela plot by having a man
cheat on his wife with—gasp!—another man was not sufficient
to make this movie worth your time or your money, I don’t
care how badly you want to see Javier Bardem slick
with sex-sweat. Let’s get this over with.
Alberto (Molla) has a lovely wife, a healthy young
son, and a thriving career. He also has something going on
the side, in the form of Diego (Bardem), the surgeon
who is his lover. Alberto is one weak, sad piece of work.
He cheats on Elena (Gil) with Diego, who is blissfully
unaware that his lover is a family man. Diego’s medical partner,
Eva (Roth), tells him there’s something not right about
his latest flame. And eventually there are too many excuses
made, too many assignations missed, and Diego begins to wonder
what Alberto’s up to when he’s not with him.
Meanwhile, while putting away a suit from the dry cleaners,
Elena finds—yes you’ve guessed it—a hotel bill and a phone
number. Drawing the logical soap opera conclusion, she discovers
Alberto’s infidelity (long before Diego does, by the way).
The rest of the movie is a love triangle amidst a welter of
the horrid, swelling strings of the score, the pensive-looking
people walking along the shore, and the requisite tragic ending.
It’s like the very worst the Oxygen Channel could offer up.
What on earth would induce anyone to be in this wretched movie?
How could Spanish cinema, which I have long admired, do this
to me, a loyal fan? I can only assume that it was the frank
on-screen all-boy action that persuaded a producer to finance
this gaysploitation dog of a film. Stay away in droves.