
1975 · Dario Argento
An English pianist living in Rome witnesses the brutal murder of his psychic neighbor. With the help of a tenacious young reporter, he tries to discover the killer using very unconventional methods. The two are soon drawn into a shocking web of dementia and violence.
dir. Dario Argento · 1975
The giallo — the Italian thriller of black gloves, amateur sleuths, and murder staged as spectacle — reached its delirious high-water mark here. Dario Argento casts David Hemmings, forever the photographer of Blow-Up, as a jazz pianist who witnesses a killing and becomes obsessed with a detail he saw but cannot recall: the whole film pivots on the unreliability of looking. Around that clever premise Argento constructs some of the most flamboyant camerawork of the 1970s — prowling tracking shots, extreme close-ups of marbles and dolls' eyes, architecture that seems complicit in the violence — while Goblin's prog-rock score, their first for the director, invented a sonic template horror is still borrowing from. Daria Nicolodi, sparring with Hemmings as a fearless reporter, gives the film an unexpected screwball charge. Halloween, Dressed to Kill, and a generation of slashers descend from it, but none matched its baroque confidence. Argento reportedly shot the killer's hands himself — his own black gloves, in nearly every murder.
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