seen on VHS.
For New York is a fool that rips around the bellies of young daughters and take the piss out of the police calling in the voice of Donald Duck ...
So, if we make a comparison that is just a movie to Dario Argento. Silver is better than simplicity, not in plot but in style; Fulci avoids the baroque and renunciation of authorship effects in favor of a film visually simpler and lighter than any film of silver. The thing is very positive ... Fulci also demonstrates some ability in the staging, in narrating, mocks the viewer into believing things that then systematically denied (on all the boy's arrival in the hospital where the woman is hospitalized survivor appears to be a threat, but ...)
Fulci But we try to create tension, suspense to do, if not fear ... but fails. We try, but even the splatter is decent. Just the red splashed around, but nothing more. Moreover, the history, for heaven's sake, it works, and it is almost surprising almost credible but it is clear that Fulci keeps us little, they just want to stage some ammazzamento to justify the description of a world. It is because the director seems more interested in showing a submerged New York morbidity than to follow the fortunes of an inspector, a victim and a murderess. Every character in this story has a distorted relationship with sexuality, even positive ones (The inspector who has sex only with prostitutes, or the psychologist who is a repressed homosexual who is unleashed with the magazines), extended scenes indulge the woman who goes around to record the pants, although many of these scenes are unnecessary items ; shooting outdoors often are in the red light streets, etc ... Fulci wants to create a world focused on sex so sick and this can be god, but then when he has to tell a story that moves in the midst of this world seems to be there behind with less interest and the plot quickly goes to hell with events that happen without being explained ... and of course the audience is bored.
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