Extremely versatile Italian director, Riccardo Freda's fearfully fascinating crime chiller contains all the dizzyingly convoluted plotting one would readily expect of an Edgar Wallace Krimi or perverse Black-Gloved Giallo. The more hysterical elements of both are to be found in this thrilling, terminally twisted tale of dapper businessman, John Alexander (Klaus Kinski) and his confoundingly brief, whirlwind romance with the voluptuous and eminently capricious sauce-pot, Helen Brown (Margaret Lee). Their marriage cooling, Helen's palpable disinterest slowly engendering a twitchily paranoid state in her increasingly anxious hubby, perfectly suited to the mercurial acting talents of leonine, bug-eyed barnstormer Klaus Kinski!
'Double Face' for all its innate absurdity proves no less delightfully eccentric than its preternaturally intense blue-eyed star! Delivering an atypically subdued performance, kinky Kinski exudes a repressed mania which makes his sporadically volatile, slap-happy John Alexander a darkly compelling character, and by far the most complex and engaging Giallo archetype in fear-master Freda's delirious, altogether duplicitous Giallo. The double-dealing dames, black-hatted villains, sinister Soho smut-makers, blissed out, bike riding beatniks are all woozily wrapped up in the smokey, fuzzy haze of, Nora Orlandi's persistently psychedelic, glamorously groovy score. Mirroring his fiendishly charismatic star, Maestro Riccardo Freda's serpentine, splendidly salacious 60s spine-tingler, while undeniably handsome to look at contains more than its fair share of illicit mystery!
'Double Face' for all its innate absurdity proves no less delightfully eccentric than its preternaturally intense blue-eyed star! Delivering an atypically subdued performance, kinky Kinski exudes a repressed mania which makes his sporadically volatile, slap-happy John Alexander a darkly compelling character, and by far the most complex and engaging Giallo archetype in fear-master Freda's delirious, altogether duplicitous Giallo. The double-dealing dames, black-hatted villains, sinister Soho smut-makers, blissed out, bike riding beatniks are all woozily wrapped up in the smokey, fuzzy haze of, Nora Orlandi's persistently psychedelic, glamorously groovy score. Mirroring his fiendishly charismatic star, Maestro Riccardo Freda's serpentine, splendidly salacious 60s spine-tingler, while undeniably handsome to look at contains more than its fair share of illicit mystery!