Violent Blood Bath

This is almost a great film. Nothing much seems to happen for about an hour and then we get almost unbearable tension. It's all been a smokescreen. And we also discover the true purpose of a bidet. The ending is a little disappointing but I won't give out spoilers. Confused but without enough real confusion.

Bloodless Soap Opera

This is by far one of the least bloody giallo out there. It is very slow to start. And slow throughout. It's filmed and acted in a manner reminiscent of a soap opera. There is little mystery about who the killer is. You'll figure it out quickly even if you didn't read the tagline.

There is one final twist in the last seconds of the film which I did not see coming, and I really appreciated it. That was the strongest part of the film imo.

Overall, I'd say to skip this lackluster effort.

This Spanish giallo takes us from Paris to Galicia in Spain, following on his holidays the French public prosecutor Oscar (Fernando Rey, Coartada en disco rojo), an "implacable defender of the law", who makes it his duty to sentence to death bloody murderers. Oscar is married to a much younger wife, Patricia (Marisa Mell, Alta Tension), and in their hostel she meets a former lover, Will (Espartaco Santoni, Ceremonia sangrienta, from the same), a writer in criminology who interests himself in trials attended by Oscar.

And horrible murders, real "violent blood bath", start to occur in the quiet touristic place, reacting the crimes prosecuted years ago in Paris by Oscar. Who is the mysterious killer who seems to seek revenge upon the death of the condemned former murderers? A young couple, Javier (Maximo Valverde, Estratto dagli archivi segreti), an actor, and Laura (Elisa Laguna, Chicas de Club, from the same), are soon suspected, but the local inspector Navarro (Julian Navarro, La Decente) is even less efficient than usual, and he lets Oscar lead the investigation.

The plot is indeed very predictable, and the well designed pictures of the director don't remedy to the global lack of thrill. In fact, the film is a pleading against the "penalty of death", at this time still in force in the Francoist Spain. (Viewed in English 1h32 version.)

The English language title - "Violent Blood Bath" - is an unfortunate misnomer. It gives the impression that this as a splatter movie and yet the entire amount of blood shown in this movie was less than 1/2 bottle of Max Factor #5. The Italian title - "The Private Life of a Public Prosecutor" - is more descriptive but less grabbing.

This is a competently made movie: well acted by both Fernando Rey and Marisa Mell, a dark beauty. It is dubbed so well that it is hardly noticeable. It is beautifully photographed, for the most part, in some interesting, and very scenic, locations.

It has enough suspense, although you may guess who the real killer is before the actual denouement . Not a great movie; it is definitely above average and well worth a look.

I had never heard of this one until recently, but was definitely intrigued by the involvement of "Euro-Cult" exponent Grau as well as stars Fernando Rey and Marisa Mell. The sensationalistic English moniker suggests a Giallo or even a Gangster epic, but this is a relatively serious treatise of schizophrenia coupled with a plea against capital punishment (PENA DE MUERTE being the film's original title).

The plot is interesting: Rey is a stern ageing judge who goes on holiday, only to find the crimes of people he had sentenced to the guillotine years before literally coming back to haunt him!; Mell is the man's much-younger dissatisfied wife (also irritated by his OCD!) who eventually rekindles a romance with writer Espartaco Santoni, actually there to compile data for his next book – which just happens to revolve around her husband's illustrious career! The subsequent investigation into the multiple murders also takes in a local Police inspector, a girl whom Rey had befriended and who had connections to one of the latest crime scenes, and her actor boyfriend; both the latter and Santoni himself (being familiar with the trials of the original cases, of which we are given intermittent snippets, he is obviously knowledgeable of their killers' modus operandi) are among the initial suspects.

Still, the identity of the perpetrator of the copy-cat killings is not at all hard to guess; in fact, it is virtually a replica of the latter-day Boris Karloff vehicle THE HAUNTED STRANGLER (1958) sans face-twitching antics! As I said, the film makes little concessions to the sleaze and gore which typically exemplified the "Euro-Cult" style – perhaps the presence of Luis Bunuel regular Rey inclined the director towards a more level-headed approach here (though, to be fair, this was also true of the two other efforts of his I have watched so far, and his most popular, BLOOD CEREMONY [1973; whose viewing actually followed in quick succession to the title under review!] and THE LIVING DEAD AT MANCHESTER MORGUE [1974]).