We begin
with one of the most manic undisciplined pieces of music composer Ennio Morricone
must have ever committed to paper, if indeed he ever wrote it down and didn’t
just tell his assembled musicians to ‘pretend they were in a room filled with
wasps’. Or who knows? Perhaps that’s what actually happened. Intercut with the
titles is a little beating heart that we never see again once they’re over.
There’s no real reason for this other than possibly to indulge Dario’s
predilection for including random cameos from internal organs in his films
(after all there’s a pulsating brain in OPERA). We then get to meet groovy
drummer Michael Brandon who is being followed by a chap in dark glasses and a
big hat. He pursues him to an abandoned theatre where red curtains open like
they will in PROFONDO ROSSO before he seemingly kills the chap as a masked
onlooker takes photographs, one of which is then surreptitiously placed in Brandon’s
record collection at a party. Brandon’s
married to mad Mimsy Farmer (although we don’t find out about the mental bit
until the end, unlike the entire film which we already know by now is bonkers)
who’s rich so they have a maid. She
knows who the killer is, but this being a giallo the only person she
tells is the murderer themselves before agreeing to meet them in a deserted
park after dark. Argento’s murder scenes are always one of the highlights of
his pictures and this time he cleverly coveys her death mostly off screen by
having her cries heard by bystanders the other side of a twenty foot wall. The
fingernails scraping down the brick are a nice added touch. Mimsy disappears off
with the police for reasons I couldn’t fathom and Brandon, who should be being
accused of murder by now, is left free to employ a private detective who has a
failure rate of 100%. Argento may have once been a superlative maker of horror
thrillers but his comedy skills aren’t up to much. Perhaps a bit gets lost in
translation but the comedy postman and the comedy camp characters we get in
this film have either dated horribly or more likely never worked in the first
place. It’s a tribute to actor Jean-Pierre Marielle that his detective
character is still so likeable despite the stereotypical overplaying and his
death because he has finally solved a case is doubly poignant. Fans of Italian
cinema will raise a smile at Bud Spencer’s cameo as ‘God’, and his Professor
sidekick is quite fun as well but otherwise it was probably wise for Dario to
stick to the nastiness. Because Mimsy’s gone Brandon
takes this as his cue to fall into the bath with pretty Francine Racette.
Needless to say Francine’s soon at the end of the killer’s big knife, but not
before being thrown down the stairs in a way that probably had Lucio Fulci
thinking ‘I can do better than that’.
There also
seems to be some unwritten rule with these movies that the meaning of the title
has to be explained as late as possible in the proceedings. In fact I wonder if at the time there may even have been
something of a competition between film makers about this sort of thing. Here
we’re 84 minutes into the running time before we get the spiel about Francine’s
retina retaining the last image she ever saw, but not before the remaining cast
have viewed her body in the kind of morgue that can only exist in Italy – one
with black and white marble columns that looks more like the foyer of a 1970s
hotel than a functioning pathology lab.
The Four
Flies idea is a good one if intrinsically daft. No-one explains why Mimsy’s
wearing a fly around her neck, but then she is a mad giallo killer so she
probably doesn’t need a reason. “I was raised as a boy!” she screams at the
denouement in a typical Argento murderer’s lament, “My father beat me! I was
locked in an asylum for three years!” We still don’t know why she’s wearing a
fly and we don’t have time to find out because off she goes in her car and her
head’s come off and it’s The End. Would you really marry Michael Brandon just
because he bore a resemblance to your mad father who you wanted to torture by a
ridiculously elaborate scheme that involved paying someone to pretend to be
killed by him before you threatened him in your own home but with a mask on so
there was no way he could recognise you despite being married to you before
admitting you were in a asylum where the rehabilitation programme presumably
didn’t involve driving lessons?
Oh how I
love these films. God bless Dario Argento and all who copied him.
Well watched it a few years ago. Not one of Dario's best still a good giallo due to its excellent atmospherics.
ReplyDeleteLike Mimsey Farmer...yeah, in her heydey she really had that sexy short blonde look and starred in a few giallos(Autopsy and Perfume Lady in Black).One of the best of the Euro Giallo babes of the 1970s(though she is actually from Chicago).
Bud Spencer too was good though I remember him more for his Spaghetti comedy westerns with Terence Hill.
As for the lead man Michael Brandon, I remember watching him in the mid 1980s in the UK cop show Dempsey and Makepiece. Though I did not exactly recognize him in this movie as such.
As for some plot points in the movie that are absurd...well its a Italian giallo. Expect plot holes.
As for Dario making comedy...I am preety sure the comedy was unintentional which makes it even more funny.
As for leading lady heroines who you find out to be the villan crazy killer in the end...I just watched a Thriller UK ep. called Screamer starring the excellent Pamela Franklin...you find out in the end, that she is the psychotic killer who likes to scream...
ReplyDeleteOne of the few Argento films I haven't seen. It definitely sounds like one for the TBW list, thanks!
ReplyDeleteCheers Matt! It was unavailable for some time but there's a decent Region 1 DVD of it out now. I actually saw it for the first time at ShocktoberFest in Bristol a couple of years ago when they had it on the big screen!
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