A worthy contribution to the growing microgenre of female-led beauty-themed horror, and some of us out here are ready for more.

This gets a lot about L.A. right.

Beauty can be an ugly business so it’s too bad this tense, fitfully funny satire about vanity scammers only goes skin deep. But it’s all flowers for Elizabeth Banks who is sheer bonkers perfection as a cosmetics control freak losing control.

Skincare struggles a little with its tone and pace but keeps a positive vibe on its shoulder, trying to lighten a rather grim subject matter by making it part of a tapestry of a larger narrative point.