This is one
whacked-out, freaky movie, and you can tattoo that on your ass.
Me and the guys popped in this latest from Italian director Dario
Argento (Suspiria, Deep Red) the other night, and within
a matter of minutes a cacophony of wailing filled the air. I mean,
you'da thought dogs were being run through a Cuisinart or something.
Asia Argento plays a cop on the trail of a serial rapist/killer
(and with that premise in an Argento movie, you know right away
you're in for some truly disturbing shit) who receives a tip that
the man she's looking for is in an art museum nearby. While in
the museum, she suffers from "The Stendhal Syndrome,"
is spiritually overwhelmed by a piece of art and passes out. Good-looking
fella Alfredo comes to her aid--but there's something about the
guy. Before long, Asia and the killer are locked in a truly twisted
cat-and-mouse game/romance of sorts, and all the psychiatric help
in the world doesn't seem to be doing much for our plucky heroine.
All the trademark Argento style is on display here (when one victim
is shot, the bullet passes through her mouth in ultra-slow motion
with us along for the ride), and all five of us manly men were
squealing in fearful anticipation of the next bit of unpleasantness.
While Stendhal has its goofy moments, it's rare for a horror
movie made in the last decade to give me the heebie-jeebies, and
this one really whipped up my fight-or-flee instinct. You gotta
see it. (Video Search of Miami, P.O. Box 16-1917, Miami, FL 33116;
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