Crazy Desires of a Murderer

It's a rather silly idea but it just about holds together with several lovely girls stripping off while somebody is killing and taking out their eyes. It is a rather nasty and bloody business but doesn't really get what is happening. There are a lot of footsteps and people going down to the cellar although it is the inspector who is trying to find out what is going on and he seems to have an amusing time.

A group of hip friends gather at a Gothic castle owned by a wheelchair- bound older relative of one of the girls (Isabella Marchall). One couple in the group, unbeknownst to the others, is smuggling heroin in some Chinese artifacts the protagonist has brought back from the Orient to give to her elderly relative. Meanwhile the deranged uncle of the protagonist, who supposedly killed the protagonist's mother (his own sister)and cut out her eyes, is wandering the catacombs spying on everyone. When one of the guests (Patrizia Gorzi) is murdered and her eyes subsequently disappear, suspicion naturally falls on the mad uncle. But is he being set up?

The plot here is actually pretty lame. There's also a real lack of recognizable acting talent compared to other gialli. (Patrizia Gorzi had been in "Emanuelle's Revenge" and "Possessor", but she only has a small part and the rest of the cast are virtual unknowns). The eyeball murders are gory but pretty low-tech and nothing to write home about frankly. This movie has style to burn though, and that's where it really succeeds. The old castle makes for an interesting setting. The visual are top-notch (with very good cinematography and editing) and the music is very memorable. In some ways it's kind of an old-fashioned Gothic horror movie (like "Tomb of Torture" or "The Virgin of Nuremberg"), but definitely with a late 70's sensibility as far as sex and gore go.

Gialli were really never known for their great plotting, but for their visual style and music. And if you compare this movie to "Sister of Ursula" the next year and "Play Motel" the year after that, it's clear that the genre faded not so much because the stories got dumber (or because they basically turned into softcore porn flicks), but because their unique style slowly drained away over the years. As far as a late 70's gialli goes this is actually pretty good. I'd recommend to giallo fans at least if no one else.

A bunch of people converge in a large old castle and before long they start getting murdered and have their eyeballs removed! There's a paralyzed, clairvoyant patriarch, a returning countess, her deranged younger brother who is obsessed with taxidermy. There's drug smuggling via antique vases and one member of the party who is being pressurised by gangsters. Who could be guilty of the murders and why! A dogged detective arrives and starts sleuthing.

This is one of the gialli which combined a gothic element into its contemporary story. To that end we have the interiors of the old castle as the backdrop to much of the usual sex and violence recipe. Like most in this sub-genre, it has some nice cinematography and music by Piero Piccioni (with some Ennio Morricone music taken from A Lizard in a Woman's Skin, oddly enough). Unfortunately, the story isn't as interesting as it should be, given the ingredients and it often feels a bit half-hearted. There's just enough giallo craziness to take it over the line though.

The film opens with a cinematic indulgence in early 1970s European glamour, a cascade of metallic fabrics, flowing blonde hair, and glittering chandeliers that reflect both wealth and superficiality. The initial sequences offer a polished visual feast: champagne bubbles rising in crystal glasses, mirrored corridors doubling the opulence, and disco lights casting fractured colors across dancing bodies. Yet, beneath this glittering veneer, the narrative soon reveals a murky moral landscape.

Performances are uneven, with Isabelle Marchall's Ileana carrying moments of fragile charm, but the supporting ensemble lacks depth, often reduced to archetypes of sleazy playboys or self-indulgent socialites. Patrizia Gori and Adler Gray contribute fleeting sparks of charisma, yet their characters' interactions feel perfunctory, undermining emotional investment. Giuseppe Colombo and Roberto Zattin embody melodramatic villainy, but the writing provides them little room for nuance.

Pacing is inconsistent, with the story drifting through tepid social scenes before sporadically punctuating tension with shocking violence. Dialogue occasionally flirts with wit, yet most exchanges fall flat, failing to sustain intrigue. The plot's momentum collapses in a midsection weighed down by indulgent leisure sequences, only to regain momentary energy when a gruesome murder jolts the narrative back into motion.

Cinematography captures the castle's labyrinthine interiors with occasional flair, contrasting ornate rooms against shadowy passageways, yet most suspenseful moments lack the tension or framing needed to terrify. Musical cues swing between lively disco rhythms and sudden ominous chords, but their deployment feels haphazard, underscoring tonal inconsistencies rather than heightening dread. Two sequences linger: the sudden, shocking murder that blends sex and violence, and the chaotic tomb raid that fuses greed, desperation, and panic, reminiscent of later giallo set pieces like Mario Bava's Blood and Black Lace.

Despite its flaws, the film offers a time capsule of fashion and aesthetic sensibilities, particularly in the early 1970s European social milieu, and provides glimpses of the era's fascination with East-meets-West exotica. For viewers interested in vintage costume design, stylized set pieces, or the evolution of giallo tropes, the movie offers sporadic rewards. Conversely, audiences seeking coherent suspense, richly drawn characters, or sustained terror may find the experience tedious, as the plot's excessive meandering and uneven violence dilute its intended impact.

In sum, Crazy Desires of a Murderer sparkles with superficial glamour and occasional shock, yet falters under convoluted plotting and flat characterizations. Its pleasures lie in visual flair and audacious, if poorly executed, moments of horror rather than narrative mastery or emotional resonance. Those with patience for stylistic indulgence may enjoy glimpses of twisted fun, while viewers prioritizing suspenseful storytelling will likely be frustrated.

I couldn't explain the rapid crammed in ending if I wanted to, Until the last 5 minutes I was ready to give it a seven.

I've been on a binge of the "Giallo" genre this summer of 2024...It reminds me of my love of 1940s-early 60s Film Noir, with soft core simulated sexual acts, and hysterical "gore" it's rare to truly be repulsed with how fake a stabbing and decapitation look.

The films in the genre that I truly like, are in the original language. It's incredibly rare that a predominantly French/Italian/Spanish film is dubbed well AT ALL. I've had to turn off promising ones not because of lip synchronization but I find a disconnect in mannerism, and facial expressions.

This goes on to this day, they should get experienced Animation voice actors to do it.

With subtitles I will come across something loosed in translation, too literal, or a coma or something is missing, but from the overall story, I can gather the gist.

I'm glad many of these films survived yet, very perturbed by the lack of streaming option in languages that exists more on Netflix.