First up, let me say that this movie simply fails as a giallo. While I can't claim to be an expert on the genre, I have long been an Argento fan and can honestly say that compared to Profondo Rosso or Tenebrae this is just bad. Mario Landi's film has the production values of your average Joe D'amato hack-job, with dialogue and acting to match. However, as an example of gratuitous Italian sleaze, it's pretty hard to top. This uneasy mix of kinky sex and hardcore violence is rightly proclaimed as one of the most offensive films of the Italian cycle - the closest comparison would be Fulci's The New York Ripper. So if you're looking for another stylish giallo masterpiece in the Argento vein, look elsewhere. But for lovers of Italian sleaze, this has much to offer, with Landi squeezing in as much sex as humanly possible and when the bloodletting arrives, true nastiness awaits.
Review of Giallo in Venice
