Semi-sequal to Suspiria has a American college student in Rome, and his sister in New York investigating a series of killings in both locations where their resident addresses are the domain of two covens of witches.
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The sequel to 'suspiria' is somewhat dissapointing, not only because it gives all the importance to style than plot (a constant in italian cinema) but because the plot doesn't make any sense, the so called characters could have been played by puppets, they're flat entities, figures used as excuse for later mutilation, in common or unimaginative ways.
Serviceable effort from Dario Argento is a loose sequel to his far-superior 'Suspiria'. Like 'Suspiria', it's a stylish gothic chiller that makes excellent use of color and lighting. But the plot is near incomprehensible - not uncommon in Argento films - but this time the style and atmosphere is just not enough to bring it through. Italian horror fans may find it entertaining, but it's far from the best.
The middle portion of 'The Three Mothers' trilogy is gorgeous visually but light on horror compared to the first entry 'Suspiria'. Argento is light on inventive grisly deaths this time around but delivers on set design, lighting and a fantastic opening sequence. The music by Keith Emerson is as fantastically bizarre as that of Goblin. Performances and dubbing as per most Italian giallo films are mediocre at best.
"Ovid wrote about the fantastic terrors (and pleasures) of Transformations and that is exactly Dario’s aim in Inferno." - [Irene Miracle]
When I first saw this, I hated it but now it's currently my favourite Argento film. For me, it forms the heart of The Three Mothers trilogy. I don't think it's nearly as incomprehensible as everyone says. The film is actually quite intricate with its own internal logic.
Enfadonho e limitado (novamente?) pelo azul e vermelho já anteriormente vistos no Suspiria, que amo. Uma relação com a água mantém-se. Todavia, esta narrativa emaranha-se demasiado na rede desnecessariamente complexa de episódios vazios e dilatados, expectantes por um horror brega que não chega, aos quais um leque absurdo de personagens e a música (com excepção dos vocals em latim sobre as labaredas) serve e bem.