Lack of good storyline.

Disturbing yet enthralling

An absolute waste of money

This movie was so-so. It had it's moments, but wasn't the greatest.

In this off-beat giallo Silvano Tranquili plays a workaholic husband who returns home from yet another long trip away from his wife to find a dead body lying in his front garden, and his wife sitting at a dining table with a gun in front of her. Curiously, he wants to know what's happened, and when his wife declares she still loves the dead guy lying in the garden, it makes for a lengthy flashback that makes up a lot of the film.You see, Silvano is so engrossed in his work that he's been neglecting his wife Anna, even to the point when he falls asleep during one of their 'special nights', right before he heads off for another business trip. Anna feels a bit put out, and finds herself increasingly attracted to her jerk neighbour, a drug-filled hippy artist who regularly has vocal, naked arguments with his various girlfriends. As she keeps spying on him getting it on in his sparse living room, it also becomes apparent that he knows she's watching him. Interspersed with this story unfolding is Silvano's reaction to all this, and his attempts to hide the body from various nosy neighbours, especially the caretaker who is always mooching about. For a story that involves two people sitting across from each other talking, this is all bizarrely engaging. Back pre-dead guy, we see Anna and her neighbour Massimo hit it off big style, getting it on and doing that romantic thing people do in seventies films where they chase after each other on a beach while giggling. This is all nice until Massimo starts displaying a really dark side which is aggravated by booze and drugs, which has him have two of his stinking hippy girlfriends strip Anna while he thinks of a novel use for an empty coke bottle...Indeed, by this point I was thinking Anna wasn't very good in her choice of men as she now has to get away from Massimo while hiding all this nonsense from her husband. This leads to some very tense scenes as Massimo begins to psychologically torture Anna, branding her a cat in heat while his stinking, jobless, mooching, drug addicted, clap-ridden, flea bitten, rag-wearing, flag-burning, toothless, stained, sullied, snot-caked, jaundiced, shoeless, uppity, idealistic, opportunistic, hypocritical hippy friends howl like cats. Folks who reckon gialli plots exclusively belong to the 'people getting stabbed up by a mystery killer' will be tragically let down by this and may even attempt suicide, but those who can't be bothered creating sub-genres for every single minute deviation will realise that the mystery element to this one is rather good, if you can take that crazy ending. I've been after this one for ages, so who knows how I missed it as it's been sitting on Youtube since 2016!Those who want blood and gore might want to skip this one, however.

I saw this advertised as a "giallo" in a DVD catalog (and the lone review on IMDb seemed to back that up) and it begins like Bette Davis' THE LETTER when a wealthy businessman (THE SEXORCIST's Silvano Tranquilli) comes home to find his handsome neighbor shot dead on the front lawn and his wife at the kitchen table staring down at a gun. Despite the fact she tells him "I still love the man I killed", he covers the body with leaves and demands to know everything as flashbacks show how she became "a cat in heat" after the hippie artist next door seduces her with the help of LSD and orgies. When the body disappeared from under the pile of leaves (and the car her husband parks over it), I figured here we go with DIABOLIQUE but, no,***SPOILER***the bullet only grazed the hippie's forehead and he comes to tell the couple he doesn't belong in this tony neighborhood before easing on down the road. ***SPOILER***WTF?? At first I was miffed because what looked like emulsion on the print would appear at key moments in the plot but then I realized it was done on purpose to give the goings-on a psychedelic patina and to give this foolishness even more pretensions, the credits call it "a film by Nello Rossati". Lamberto Bava was also listed in the credits but I have no idea what he did. It's a time-waster, I suppose, and beautiful Eva Czemerys gets naked a lot, but it's definitely a waste of time for giallo geeks.Yes, as F. Scott Fitzgerald said, "The rich are different from you and me" but the other end of the capitalist spectrum struck terror and fomented distrust in the hearts of moviegoers as well. Like the decadent, blood-sucking rich, the rebellious counterculture was also a sinister presence in '70s Eurotrash and the fear and loathing showered on hippies in Italian gialli following the Charles Manson/Sharon Tate massacre can be seen in such diversely-plotted films as A LIZARD IN A WOMAN'S SKIN, ALL THE COLORS OF THE DARK, CRIMES OF THE BLACK CAT, TRAGEDY AT THE VILLA Alexander, and OASIS OF FEAR. THE BLOODSTAINED LAWN, where the hitchhiking young couple were more-or-less the protagonists and escaped with their lives, was an exception that only proved the rule but even there, their "sex, drugs & rock-n-roll" milieu spawned evil.

Splendid and unusual giallo with a statuesque performance from Eva Czemerys who is the lady who 'descends into hell', well gets off with the guy next door and then into more than she can cope with.Cue a dose of LSD and the subsequent trip and 'descent' into a fantastically realised orgy and more. The film is not like this all the time, indeed it is a very measured affair with not that much happening, but it is a brooding, mournful piece, helped enormously by great, if not that original, score from Gianfranco Plenizio.By turns, creepy, amusing, sexy and thrilling, this is a wonderful discovery.