Dans ma Peau

This film belongs to the 'New French Extremity' movement, which thrived in the early 2000s. Directed by Marina de Van in 2002, it is perhaps one of the lesser-known and underappreciated entries, especially compared to more famous titles like *Frontiers*, *À l'intérieur*, and *Haute Tension*. Despite its relative obscurity, it offers a deeply reflective insight into our society and notably influenced Julia Ducournau's acclaimed *Raw*.

From the very first minutes, we are introduced to Esther (played by Marina herself), a woman who seems to have a perfect life: a good job, a loving partner, and solid economic stability. Unlike the films mentioned above, this one does not use horror to explore social-political themes. Instead, it delves into the pressures of a world that demands hyper-productivity, fostering a sense of inadequacy that festers and transforms into something more visceral and sinister, ultimately manifesting in a physical expression of this inner turmoil.

During a party, Esther falls and injures her leg, resulting in deep wounds that would send most people rushing to the hospital. But not Esther. She locks herself in the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood as if marking her territory. Instead of seeking help, she develops a disturbing fascination with her own flesh and the pain she seems not to feel.

This leads her to acts of self-harm and self-cannibalism, as she tries to escape the relentless pressures and expectations of the outside world, which demands her perfection and readiness to fulfil roles that aren't true to hers.

"Dans Ma Peau," internationally known as "In My Skin," delves into the emotions we struggle to articulate. This body horror film captures the anguish of existential pain, portraying self-inflicted wounds as the sole outlet for the soul and body's convergence.

The true protagonist is the profound sense of powerlessness felt when one cannot communicate our distress. Mental health prevention slogans often come across as hypocritical propaganda designed to soothe the consciences of the powerful, rather than as genuine efforts to raise awareness. They fail to promote an open and constructive dialogue, perpetuating a sense of shame that is both oppressive and self-destructive. This creates a devastating scenario, leaving a desperate void that implodes silently, never revealing itself to the outside world.

A waking nightmare where self-punishment is our only hope against inner demons, leaving scars as perpetual reminders. Despite love, wealth, and success, we remain our own executioners and healers in a world increasingly consumed by selfish individualism.