Georges (Jean Dujardin) has left his wife and blown all of his savings on a deerskin jacket. Driving out into the middle of nowhere to be alone his unhealthily obsession with the ‘killer’ style the jacket gives him leads him to murder. 

Deerskin is the sort of film that has you wondering if you have ever seen anything so peculiar before. At only seventy-seven minutes long it never outstays its welcome despite its obvious low budget and bizarre plot. 

Georges talks to his jacket and every time he passes a mirror he stops to observe himself. Eventually his jacket begins to talk back to him, although this is just Georges putting on a different voice. Later he will persuade a barmaid (Adele Haenel) that he is a film maker and she becomes his editor and provides funds for him to film. And then finally Georges and his jacket decide the only way they can be happy is if there are no other jackets in the world. Oh and there is a weird boy that seems to follow him around and stare at him. 

It’s absolutely bonkers and I neither liked or disliked it as I sat confused as to what on earth was going through the mind of writer/director Quentin Dupieux.