Over the years there have been many horror anthologies and, therefore, many framing tales to arrange them, from the haunted-house tales of Amicus’ Asylum or the creepy stranger of its The House that Dripped Blood, through the fictional comic books of Creepshow, and to the pretty loose framing of the long-running V/H/S series.
Bare Skin brings with it a framing device so excellent that it may just serve to entice viewers on its strength alone; that is, in one of those somewhat questionable therapy programmes that we see so often in the movies, a group of strangers share the dark and sordid tales of their past that got them to this point in the first place.
What a premise! Unfortunately, the film’s lack of subsequent ideas to follow up with, and an all-pervading sense of nastiness in place of imagination, rather serves to throw away this premise, and the uniformly excellent acting is wasted on an unimaginative script.