And yet, and yet... a 1994
viewing of the film confirms my original opinion, expressed in 1969, that the movie as a whole doesn't live up to its parts.
Not exact matches
This
film seemed to
confirm Maitland McDonagh's earlier
view that «The world
of Dario Argento is one
of twisted logic, rhapsodic violence, stylised excess... Argento's camera is alternately enthralled and repelled by ripe flesh and blood drenched fantasy» (5).