A must watch Giallo, not because it’s a good movie - it’s awful, but because it’s full of gob smackingly weird shit. Like the crime museum with an entire floor dedicated to full scale reconstructions of people committing suicide by shooting themselves in the face. Or a woman’s boyfriend saying “you can’t blame the poor bastard for trying” after she fends off an attempted rape with a fork. Or the stress hallucination where corpses rise up of mortuary slabs and stiltedly dry hump each other. This film is fucked up.
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