This movie looks absolutely great, like most giallo films, and it has all the great visual shorthand of the late 60s. Carroll Baker as usual is marvelous. No one could sport a flip, or any other hairdo, like she could. The overt lesbianism still manages to surprise, and a few of the line readings sound like something out of an early John Waters film.
If only it wasn't so damn boring. Like, reading the phone book boring. Part of it is the lack of appeal on the part of the male leads. Jean-Louis Trintignant in particular has a very flat delivery, and looks as though his features have been spackled onto his face.
The whole thing plays like a daytime soap opera, with the same kind of conversational exposition.
If only it wasn't so damn boring. Like, reading the phone book boring. Part of it is the lack of appeal on the part of the male leads. Jean-Louis Trintignant in particular has a very flat delivery, and looks as though his features have been spackled onto his face.
The whole thing plays like a daytime soap opera, with the same kind of conversational exposition.