In the first of this year’s two films about clothing attires that cause death and suffering it’s a deerskin jacket that plays the key part. The stylishly frayed jacket’s proud and completely obsessed owner Georges is a broke ”director” that does anything to prolong his stay at a small mountain hotel in a French village. To finance his room he feigns that he is producing a film and surprisingly he receives help from the competent and unstimulated bartender Denise. Soon George’s obsession with his jacket becomes so massive that producing the film becomes nothing but a stepping-stone to something much bigger. When experiencing Deerskin the viewer should kindly leave all logic behind. Instead, this is a surreal and awfully entertaining film that on countless occasions makes you think: what the f*ck?
– Daniel Tollefsen Altamirano