Evil Eye

Evil Eye is a very strange film. A very, very strange film. But it keeps the viewer watching to the end, if only to see how director Mario Siciliano can possibly bring it all together and make sense of the weirdness. In short: he doesn't even try, excusing the lack of logic throughout with a clichéd cyclical ending, finishing things as they began - with a nightmare interrupted by a telephone call.

After one of his wild, orgiastic parties, playboy Peter Crane (Mario Siciliano) is woken by a phone call from a beautiful French woman named Yvonne Chevrel (Lone Fleming), whose dead husband warned her that Cray would kill her. Despite the warning, Yvonne meets with Peter, and - surprise, surprise - is strangled by the lothario (but only after he has made out with her).

Unable to recall what happened, Peter visits his psychiatrist Dr. Stone (Richard Conte), but is unable to find the answer to his problem. He does, however, come away with a date with the doc's sexy assistant Sarah Turner (Pilar Velázquez), so the visit isn't a total waste of time.

Anyway, to cut a long and very confusing story short, Peter is unsure whether he is really a killer or if he's going mad. And he's not the only one: I defy anyone to come to a satisfactory conclusion, given the strangeness that occurs. The freaky nightmares continue, Peter gets mysterious phone calls from someone who says he saw what he did, inanimate objects come to life, a crane load of building blocks fall and crush a woman (whose body disappears), a cop keeps losing his hearing, and Crane's servant Walter (Eduardo Fajardo) coughs up a frog.

Still, as perplexing as the whole thing is, I can't say I was bored, which must count for something I suppose.

4.5/10, rounded up to 5 for Peter's bold double-denim outfit (bleached denim flares and matching jacket).

This Italian-made copycat EXORCIST mixes in a bit of "Oedipus Rex."

"Satan is present and active in the world," a narrator intones in the opening shots, as the camera travels through a group of blank-faced extras gathered near a nameless Italian square. The action moves without explanation to a Black Mass ceremony in a cave, where a robed disciple declares in a badly-dubbed voice, "Fill thy hearts with violence and perversion," inciting his followers to gambol in an R-rated orgy.

When the story proper begins, Peter, a young archaeology student, finds an evil medallion that burns his skin at the touch, but he wears it anyway. Gradually, his complexion and eyes change color, and he begins acting bedeviled.

Director Pannaccio adds what he can to the tired devil-possession plot. For example, during a disco sequence Peter's girlfriend is gorily killed on the dance floor by unseen hands, while at the same time Peter is off killing one of the females seen earlier in the Black Mass sequence. After Peter torments and murders his mother (Francoise Prevost), his nun sister summons a priest (Richard Conte) for exorcist duties. In the inane non-ending, the nun takes the medallion and jumps to her death.

Recommended only for devil-movie completists, EVIL EYE contains some diverting nonsense -- a possessed dart board, actors staring into space while the soundtrack blares spooky music, and an insane asylum sequence that looks pilfered from another movie.

A very uncomfortable looking Conte probably wished he were back in THE BROTHERS RICO or THE GODFATHER. This quickie was also shown in U. S. theaters as NAKED EXORCISM.

Reporting in to note that I tried my best to like THE EVIL EYE and have failed. The movie has a lot in it to like: Spaghetti Western favorites Anthony Steffen & Eduardo Fajardo, the beloved Luciano Pigozzi, deliriously sexy Daniela Giordano, Pia Giancaro, Eva Vanicek & Pilar Velázquez, plus Lone Flemming, nothing to sneeze at herself. Music by genre film legend Stelvio Cipriani. Story & screenplay by Julio Buchs and Federico De Urrutia, who had graduated from the Joaquín Luis Romero Marchent school of Spanish Spaghetti Westerns themselves, and had previously collaborated on the under-appreciated A BULLET FOR SANDOVAL.

So the film bombards viewers with all sorts of fantastic elements, including some great Italian urban & rural scenery, a feast of cavorting nude women, some hunky Euro Manbeef for the ladies (or whoever -- is this movie gay?) and a couple of truly bizarre scenes that are difficult to explain ... Like the scene where a 2 ton pallet of cinder blocks are dropped on somebody, but when the camera goes in for the medium angle it looks like someone had tossed a few bricks into a pile. Was it a gaffe due to the film's tight budget or a surrealist touch meant to make you stop for a minute and say "Wait, did I see that right?"

The problem is that the film never really gels. It seems hesitant to tell its story and pads out the scenes which do move the narrative along with excessive travelogue photography, or just small scenes thrown in that have nothing to do with the story. I would also single out the lead Jorge Rivero, a fine actor from Mexico, with being totally wrong for the role. He doesn't come across as tortured or even involved in his story no matter what language his voice voice dubber was speaking. Roles like this need a tortured soul to wander through the film looking for answers -- Fabio Testi, George Hilton, Farley Granger, even cast mate Anthony Steffen, they could all do it in their sleep. Rivero comes off poorly but it isn't his fault.

It does have Anthony Steffen though, made up & costumed to look like Dirty Harry right down to the corduroy tie. The problem is that the film doesn't come up with anything for him to do that required the role to be filled by Anthony Steffen, who was a very special presence. They don't even do anything with the Dirty Harry angle, which would have made sense given how Steffen was marketed as Italy's own answer to Clint Eastwood. He isn't wasted in the role because he's just one of those actors where every performance is always pretty decent, the script just wasn't sure if it wanted to tell its story and subsequently doesn't really give him anything to do.

It also kept Daniela Giordano cruelly encased within her clothing, while lingering many a flattering camera angle on Jorge Rivero and his hunky roommate buddy -- who apparently share bathrobes -- lounging around in various states of semi-dress. Which led me to wonder if the film had a quietly gay subtext to it, which would be fine and can be the basis for some interesting results (look up a little number called ROOM OF CHAINS sometime). But the story dances around the idea clumsily, parading out the usual quota of bared breasts in a manner that comes across as perfunctory. The real passion is in showing Jorge Rivero lying in bed with his shirt off, and that in itself makes the film somewhat unique.

4/10; Euro Horror fans will be more sympathetic than others.

This film is often said to be a Giallo; I would say it just about qualifies, but it's really very much on the borderline. Eroticofollia is just as strange and surreal as its nonsense title suggests it is; and generally makes just about as much sense too! The film could be described as a psychological horror film, and it's clear that director Mario Siciliano wanted to put more focus on the imagery than the storyline, and as such the film is very thin in terms of plot. Luckily, the imagery is rather good and the director creates a good atmosphere for the film. The plot focuses on a playboy named Peter Crane. He is plagued by terrible nightmares, and this leads him to murder - his first victim being a girl that has dreams of him murdering her! As his grip on sanity slips further, Peter decides to seek help from his doctor; however, the murders continue. Peter's problems increase when he receives an anonymous phone call from someone saying they've seen him committing the crimes...

This film reminded me somewhat of the classic Giallo The Night Evelyn Came Out of the Grave in terms of style, characters and content. However, this one is nowhere near as good as the earlier film. Eroticofollia gets off to a good start that promises it might lead somewhere worthwhile, but it then gets overloaded with its own bizarreness and things soon get rather tedious. The way that it delves into supernatural territory certainly doesn't help proceedings either, and it's an ill-advised twist. The film could have been quite decent if it tried harder to stay on the straight and narrow. To the film's credit, lead actor Jorge Rivero is rather good in the lead role and always holds the audience's interest well. He gets good back-up from Richard Conte and the beautiful Daniela Giordano; though Anthony Steffen does not get an opportunity to deliver his best performance. Despite its shortcomings, the film does stay just about decent for most of the duration; but then completely spoils itself with a very ill-advised twist at the end.

The handsome Jorge Rivero ("Rio Lobo") is cast as a playboy named Peter Crane, who loses his grip on reality, often believing himself to be murdering people. Determined to get some help, he checks into a hospital where he's watched over by psychiatrist Dr. Stone (Richard Conte of "The Godfather"). Stones' associate Dr. Sarah Turner (the stunning Pilar Velazquez, "The Flower with Petals of Steel") falls in lust with him, and they run off to a cabin together, despite his predicament.

Co-writer / director Mario Siciliano ("Lions of St. Petersburg") doesn't concern himself very much with the story making *sense*, really. Where he succeeds the most is in creating a very lurid, and very *surreal* atmosphere, designed to have viewers thinking, "WTF?" on numerous occasions. One scene near the end is particularly indicative of this style, and that involves slimy butler Walter (Eduardo Fajardo, "Django") and a frog.

"Evil Eye" starts out as if it is going to be more of a horror film, with a decidedly creepy feel. But, by and large, it takes place in a "reality" that keeps shifting. An inspector on the case (Anthony Steffen, "Viva Sabata") is kind of off in his own movie, but he experiences some of the weirdness, too: like a moment involving a body buried under rubble.

Aided and abetted by a wonderful soundtrack by Stelvio Cipriani ("A Bay of Blood"), Siciliano gets solid performances out of his cast, which includes other familiar faces such as Luciano Pigozzi a.k.a. Alan Collins ("Yor: The Hunter from the Future") and Daniela Giordano ("Violent Rome").

The film is loaded with sexy ladies, and bare female flesh, but never gets all that gory, making it fairly sleazy but never all that unpleasant. It's recommended to fans of Euro genre features who want something a little off the beaten path. The only real disappointment lies in that ending.

Seven out of 10.