I adore gialli and I greatly appreciate Dario Argento's earlier films, one of which is the subject of this thread, a film I saw for the first time last night.
Fucking amazing looking piece, some awe-inspiring visual craftsmanship on display; the final death scene practically launched me out of my seat, it was positively orgasmic, but...BUT...the revelation of the killer, and the "clue" that leads to it, the clue that gives the film its title? Quite possibly the hugest, dumbest fucking twist I've seen in a giallo this side of Umberto Lenzi's Eyeball / Gatti rossi in un labirinto di vetro (1975).
Again, I love gialli, and I am well aware that it's a genre that routinely pushes the boundaries of logic to bring the narrative to the home stretch, but Jesus Christ, Dario, way to undercut your movie with some off-the-wall wanky, sci-fi bullshit that has no place in reality.
I feel the film is beautiful and entertaing enough to have a lot of replay value, but really, Dario? Really?
Fucking amazing looking piece, some awe-inspiring visual craftsmanship on display; the final death scene practically launched me out of my seat, it was positively orgasmic, but...BUT...the revelation of the killer, and the "clue" that leads to it, the clue that gives the film its title? Quite possibly the hugest, dumbest fucking twist I've seen in a giallo this side of Umberto Lenzi's Eyeball / Gatti rossi in un labirinto di vetro (1975).
Again, I love gialli, and I am well aware that it's a genre that routinely pushes the boundaries of logic to bring the narrative to the home stretch, but Jesus Christ, Dario, way to undercut your movie with some off-the-wall wanky, sci-fi bullshit that has no place in reality.
I feel the film is beautiful and entertaing enough to have a lot of replay value, but really, Dario? Really?





