Jean Sorel (Belle de Jour) stars as an arrogant San Francisco doctor trapped between his sultry mistress (Elsa Martinelli) and an amoral stripper (Marisa Mell) who bears an uncanny resemblance to his recently deceased and possibly murdered wife.
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Doesn't make any sense, but whatever, it's Fulci, right? A wild ride riddled with moments that make you question what you're even watching, this film is one manic montage of picturesque Bay Area backdrop after another interrupted by brief, yet increasingly exposition-driven course corrections.
A pleasant surprise from Lucio Fulci from his giallo days. This is a nice sexy spin on Hitchcock's "Vertigo" without being either a copycat or a recycled product. Newscast ending is anti-climatic and could have been done more satisfactory though and ruin a most atmospheric and satisfying movie with sexy moments.
An offbeat, sexy giallo mystery from director Lucio Fulci. It is slow in spots; but its dripping with style, late-60s Euro-excess (even though it was shot in San Francisco), and satisfying plot-twists - all set to a great jazz score by Riz Ortalani. A strong entry to the genre for fans of Italian exploitation.
**1/2. Good Lucio Fulci film of the end of the 60's. It's an erotic mystery thriller with the Fulci mark that is a decomposed woman's face at the morgue. The other women, Elsa Martinelli and Marisa Mell, thanks Heaven!, are in good health. Recommended to fans of the genre!
3.5, really. An early, pre-Argento giallo effort, and a jazzy riff on Hitchcock’s Vertigo. Marisa Mell is quite excellent in her double role and Fulci’s oddball framing keeps things snappy even when the more procedural elements threaten to drown the film. Definitely one of the maestro’s classier, glossier
While I would hardly rank Fulci as one of the finest talents of his generation, his gore drenched splatterpunk aesthetic seldom fails to entertain even if it often falls into the “so bad its good” category. Not essential Fulci but worth an eyeball.
Gratuitous: the ridiculous zooms, the long dramatic pauses, the horrible acting, the sex, the absurdly detailed confession, all of it. A soap opera that wants to be Art? It fails even as entertainment. I don't know why this exists.