Luigi Cozzi continues to demonstrate his extraordinary ability to make films with a wide eyed enthusiasm that are so utterly dire to such an extent that they become hysterically funny. The gold here is three ladies standing over a corpse, having an excruciatingly lengthy discussion about the body being smothered by a wood fungus that only grows on a certain type of wood, the same type of wood the dead composer Paganini insisted his violins were made from. All delivered with totally straight faces.
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