A murky witches' brew of second-hand giallo iconography & the plot machinations of Rosemary's Baby. Martino gets some good mileage from his atmospheric locations, sense of cold urban detachment & the visual presence of Edwige Fenech, but the story is muddled, & the psychedelic imagery that many claim as the films greatest asset is often just silly. Fulci's somewhat analogous A Lizard in a Woman's Skin feels superior.
Not just a overlooked piece of Giallo, but a complete underrated piece of cinema in general. The way that separates Martino from Argento is Martino's craft and use of Psychology. Martino demonstrated his cerebral craftsmanship perfectly in film. The score is genius by Nicolai. The film is a transcendental swan song, through a twisted floating camera, The Wicker Man owes a debt to this film, pure cult cinema.
Imagine yourself seeing what is real when isn't real at all & starts to come after you and entering an occult coven in for more flavor. That is what exactly happened to Edwige Fenech in this strange giallo by Martino. This film builds up some real suspense alongside some of its trippy moments beautifully photographed with Nicolai's groovy atmospheric score playing in. Fenech's performance is a tour-de-force, too.
Probably the best of the Sergio Martino horror films. This is a psychedelic fright show that came out in the giallo cycle, but doesn't really fall into that mold. However, it's a handsomely shot and atmospheric picture with a well developed story, and fine acting by Edwige Fenech and George Hilton. No real problems, but could have been better if it was a more uncomfortable watch, as the scares feel a bit safe.