Les Yeux Sans Visage (Georges Franju, 1960)

Les Yeux Sans Visages, with Un Chien Andalou and Le Maman Et La Putain is one of my three favourite French movies ever. I wish, as with Un Chien Andalou, that I had seen the first screening of this film with the audience of 1960. The frontal horror is still nowadays very shocking. It’s like a fairy tale for adults, there’s something very childish and sweet like a lullaby, but also something extremely adult and cruel. It feels like a pre-Dario Argento movie. I think it was so shocking when it came out that in many countries they didn’t even release it because it was too much for its time.