This above-average giallo is set in London, and is so 1970's in style, you could spread it on your bloomin' toast. Ice cold and steeped in thick fog, the various travelogues through the capital city are incredibly evocative. Director Enzo G. Castellari clearly has an eye for the period and makes the most of it; only the warmly furnished interiors, filmed in Rome and Madrid, break the illusion, but are no less picturesque. A screeching, twisting soundtrack from Ennio Morricone coats the visuals with a pervading sense of dread.
This is an intimate piece, with a small cast and one main location. It works well because of this: I'm a big fan of 'world within a world' stories, and we have a nice - maybe nice is the wrong word - sense of isolated terror beyond the radar of the chilly, decent, outside world.
This is an intimate piece, with a small cast and one main location. It works well because of this: I'm a big fan of 'world within a world' stories, and we have a nice - maybe nice is the wrong word - sense of isolated terror beyond the radar of the chilly, decent, outside world.