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31 Days of Horror Movies: Eyes Without a Face


Week two of our foray into horror-dom finds us venturing into France, for a truly classic film that, while light on blood and gore, certainly qualifies as horrific. Let's take a look at...


Eyes Without a Face

The story is a sad one: A young woman named Christiane Genessier has her face terribly disfigured by an accident, and now lives in a remote, secluded house with her father, Dr. Genessier, and his assistant Louise (played by the shamefully forgotten Alida Valli). Poor Christiane wears a mask over her face to cover the scars, only her eyes peeking-out from behind the lacuna shield.

Our sympathy somewhat evaporates when it becomes evident that Dr. Genessier and Louise are kidnapping young women, bringing them to his lab at the country house, and conducting experiments upon them. He is, of course, attempting to graft their faces onto that of his daughter's, mostly to no avail.

Eventually, time begins to run out for the desperate Genessier family and, well, I won't say anymore in case you want to see it. Just know that Eyes Without a Face is rather unsettling, and reinforces that notion that you don't need a lot of blood & guts in order to have horror.


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