The Killer Reserved Nine Seats

This is a surprisingly entertaining Italian giallo that resembles a lot of later American slasher movies more than it does the earlier or contemporary Italian thrillers. As in slasher films like "Stage Fright" (both versions), "Popcorn", and "Clown at Midnight" this film is basically about nine people who attend a showing at a mysteriously deserted theater and find themselves trapped inside and picked off one-by-one by a mysterious masked killer, who may be motivated by revenge. Really though the plot here is pretty inconsequential. This movie is much closer to the stylish gialli than amateurish slasher movies in quality, and instead of having a cast of adolescent American nitwits, the cast is made up of sumptuous European beauties who spend much of the movie in various states of undress--oh yeah, and the male lead from "South Pacific".

The most recognizable actress might be the Swedish Janet Agren who later appeared in Fulci's "City of the Living Dead", but she (and her obvious body double) are only in the movie briefly. The lead actresses are Paola Senatore (who later appeared in Italian porn movies) and Lucretia Love (who might as well have). Neither are great actresses but they easily fulfill the requirements of their roles here. (Senatore and Agren would appear together again later in Umberto Lenzi's cannibalism opus "Eaten Alive" where hilariously the blonde Aryan Swede and the swarthy Italian were supposed to be sisters). You may wonder what Rosanno "South Pacific" Brazzi is doing in a movie like this, but this is actually a step up from his previous appearance in "Frankenstein's Castle of Freaks" (and personally I'd rather watch either of these again than "South Pacific").

You might wait for this to be legitimately released on DVD, but unlike a lot of obscure gialli there are good-looking copies of it floating around out there.

Giuseppe Bennati's The Killer Reserved Nine Seats is a curious relic from the golden era of Italian genre cinema, a gothic-flavored giallo that unfolds like an Agatha Christie whodunit soaked in the brooding excesses of Euro-horror. It's a film with a richly atmospheric setting and flashes of visual style, but its potential is undercut by flat pacing, uneven performances, and a script that fumbles its own intrigue. Still, for those who appreciate vintage horror curios with operatic flair, there's enough here to keep the lights dimmed and the curiosity piqued.

Set almost entirely inside a decaying, ornate theater that seems to have a mind of its own, the film creates an intoxicating sense of place. The production design is easily the highlight: crumbling velvet seats, looming statues, and dim corridors evoke a haunted stage lost to time. The camera prowls through these spaces with deliberate unease, often capturing characters as isolated figures against the echo of grandeur and decay. It's this visual commitment to setting that gives the film its most memorable quality, even when the storytelling falters.

Chris Avram anchors the ensemble as the aristocratic Patrick, who invites a group of affluent acquaintances to the shuttered theater he owns for what is ostensibly a private gathering. Avram brings a cold detachment to the role, though his delivery feels stilted at times. Rosanna Schiaffino lends her regal presence to the cast, radiating both suspicion and vulnerability, while Eva Czemerys injects a sensual volatility that suits the genre's baroque tendencies. None of the performances truly elevate the material, but they inhabit the space well enough to serve the film's theatrical premise.

As the group begins to be picked off one by one, the film attempts to build a mystery laced with supernatural overtones, family secrets, and past sins clawing their way to the surface. Unfortunately, the rhythm stutters under repetitive sequences and underdeveloped character dynamics. The script tries to be twisty, but its reveals are clumsily handled and often undermine the suspense rather than deepen it. The kills, while sometimes creatively staged, lack the visceral impact or inventiveness seen in more iconic entries of the giallo canon.

Director Bennati, more known for his television work, handles the visual palette with flair but struggles to maintain narrative cohesion or mounting tension. The result is a film that is more interesting to look at than to follow. The mood lingers, but the plot never truly grips.

Agatha Christie's Ten Little Indians serves as the basis for giallo The Killer Reserved Nine Seats, which sees a group of bickering friends, relatives and acquaintances, all of whom have complex relationships and serious character flaws, assemble at a deserted theatre where they find themselves locked in and killed off one-by-one by a masked assailant. Is the murderer flesh and blood or a malevolent spirit driven by a centuries old curse?

If the film had stuck to a simple murder-by-numbers plot, it could have been a very effective thriller— after all, the same basic set-up served Michele Soavi well for his excellent '80s slasher Stagefright (1987)—but the supernatural element makes The Killer Reserved Nine Seats way too bewildering for its own good, with a frustrating finale that fails to make matters clear. Thank heavens, then, for those mainstays of the giallo, violence and nudity…

With such a collection of disagreeable characters, there are plenty of well deserved deaths, although they are less graphic than I had expected: some reviews have remarked on the nastiness of the murders, but barring the nailing of one woman's arm to a wooden beam (an effect that uses a hilarious plastic-looking fake hand), the violence seemed rather tame to me (I definitely didn't see any crotch stabbing), leading me to wonder whether the version I watched was shorn of some gore.

Thankfully, all of the nudity seemed intact, with virtually all of the female characters getting nekkid at some point, either willingly, or by having their clothes torn off by the killer before being brutally dispatched. This certainly helps to make the film more entertaining, especially the scene in which one woman takes time out amidst all the murder to dance topless to some funky music.

This rather rare giallo traps nine adults who are connected with each other in a particular way (e.g. by blood, intrigue or rivalry) in an abandoned theatre. Needless to say that one by one falls victim to a masked killer who seems to have staged their unplanned meeting in the old building, where 100 years before terrible murders had happened. The real problem is that supernatural forces are also involved in the events that haunt the nine victims-to-be. Is the killer human or something beyond?

The setting of a spooky old theatre is ideal to unfold an intense, haunting atmosphere. Therefore it's no surprise that there are some genuinely creepy scenes here. Unfortunately, the movie is overall too talky to keep the suspense, and the well staged murder scenes just don't really fulfill their immense potentials (they are still nasty, though).

All in all, the interesting, claustrophobic story sadly becomes mediocre through the slow direction, but this film is still recommended for all those who admire gialli - there are many thrillers that are by far inferior.

In THE KILLER RESERVED NINE SEATS, zillionaire, Patrick Davenant (Chris Avram) invites a group of eight acquaintances to his castle-sized theater for the evening. As the night progresses, sensuality fills the air, as well as a sense of impending doom. Patrick is suspicious of everyone, and for good reason. His guests all seem to be treacherous people, full of guile.

A mystery man arrives, dressed in blue. He appears to possess knowledge that defies explanation. When one of the guests is murdered, the man disappears. The rest are locked in the theater. The phones are dead.

TKR9S is an interesting giallo / horror film. It's loaded with female nudity, especially since the killer likes his victims sans attire. In addition, there's ample opportunity for non-homicidal frivolity of the naked sort. One scene, involving a dance in front of a mirror, is quite memorable indeed!

The one drawback to this film is its length. It could have easily been trimmed by about 20-30 minutes of padding. There are some chatty parts that feel eternal! Still, there's enough general weirdness going on to make it all work. The fitting, comeuppance ending is worth the wait..