Showing posts with label Gianni Dei. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 6, 2013

"Giallo a Venezia" (1979) d/ Mario Landi

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So now we've finally come to Mario Landi's infamously sleazy Giallo a Venezia, rougher than a pair of stucco underwear and seedier than the couch cushions in a V.I.P. lounge. Impressive, when you think about it, that a movie set in as lush, picturesque surroundings as Venice could have you reaching for a bar of soap as quickly as this one does. The suspense and mystery elements typically found in gialli are nowhere to be found here, instead, Landi chooses to emphasize the misogyny and sadism of the sub-genre, and even then, it all seems pretty phoned in, in the end, thanks to lifeless performances from the cast, sequences that suffer from poor lighting, lengthy, pointless extreme close-ups, or the film's overall dull look, due to the dogshit film stock utilized within. Still, despite being little more than a cheap porno with some amateur gore thrown in, you might be embarrassed at how much you're entertained by it, under the proper substances, errr...circumstances.

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" 'Ay Babalugats, scommetto che posso mangiare cinquante uova..."
We open with a man being stabbed repeatedly in the goodies, and a woman floundering in the drink, with both corpses turning up on dry land, and thus, perplexing the fuck out of one Inspector De Paul (Blynn), a frazzle-headed wise ass with an affinity for hard-boiled eggs (seriously...there's maybe two or three scenes in all where he's not sloppily chain-eating them, or at least peeling one and throwing the bits of shell on the floor like an ignorant scumbag, but I digress...) for much of the duration. His lazy investigation reveals that Flavia (Leonora Fani) and Fabio (Gianni Dei) were a romantic couple at growing odds with his increasingly deviant and perverse sex kinks and cocaine abuse, as flashbacks show what begins as harmless exhibitionism (he fucks her in front of an effeminate-looking peeper), soon degenerates into humiliation, rape, prostitution, and finally, murder. After blowing some nose candy and thumbing through antique pornography while an unsatisfied Flavia scolds her beav elsewhere (for, I dunno, twenty boring minutes solid?), Fabio forces his girl into a sweaty, public threeway in a movie theater with a perverted Joe Spinell lookalike, who whacks his meat on camera.

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Let Jim Kelly up from that leg scissors, sister, you're gonna kill the brother.
Through the late girl's friends, like Marzia (Mariangela Giordano), who's dealing with an obsessive stalker herself, De Paul learns that Flavia had also been cat o'nine tailed, forced into seducing the delivery boy, and ultimately, to turn a daylight trick while Fabio watched from a distance, only to be gang raped by a pair of men, in the process, while her boyfriend does fuck all. Elsewhere, Marzia gets laid, which causes her stalker to burn the man alive in a jealous rage, and saw off the woman's leg with a hacksaw... all while she remains conscious, mind you (she passes out from the agony, but he sportingly slaps her awake). De Paul arrests the perp, who confesses, yet denies murdering Fabio and Flavia, but the inspector discovers through yet another source how both bodies came to end up on land, since that particular detail seems to be the only one he's at all concerned with (t'was murder-suicide after all, as the audience will figure out about five minutes in), wrapping up both the case, and the movie.

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Post-groceries handy? Now that's what I call gratitude.
Landi worked mostly in television during his long career in the industry, though he did offer audiences the deliriously inept Patrick vive ancora (1980), which also starred Dei in the lead. Fani also appeared in Enzo Castellari's Sensivita aka/ The House by the Edge of the Lake(1979).  Giordano, you'll probably remember as the incestual mother who gets her nipple chewed off by a zombified Peter Bark in  Bianchi's Lei notte del terrore (1981), though she also turned up in Landi's aforementioned Patrick sequel, La bimba di Satana(1982), Malabimba (1979), and Michele Soavi's La Setta (1991), among others. On the scale, Giallo rates an unimpressive single Wop and not goose eggs, as I've seen quite enough of those for the evening...

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Who is that, amputating a girl's leg with a hacksaw, behind those Foster Grants!
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

"Patrick vive ancora"(1980)d/Mario Landi

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Tonight's review is an unofficial Italian sequel to Sitges award-winning Australian director Richard Franklin's 1978 cult classic film, Patrick, dealing with a young comatose man who uses psychokinetic powers to influence his nurse to fall in love with him, killing anyone who stands in his way.Italians must've loved Patrick, a film they'd re-score with Argento soundtrack regulars, Goblin, before going the familiar quick buck cash-in formula/ route with the ahem, tribute, as directed by Mario Landi, of  Giallo a Venezia(1979) infamy, and produced by Gabriele Crisanti, who you've probably been trying to forget from such high brow genre experiences as Andrea Bianchi's Le notti del terrore(1981) and Mario Bianchi's La bimba di Satana(1982).Ancora is a head-scratchingly silly rip-off, piled high with extreme sleaze, cleavage-heavy reaction shots, and cheap gore, low on production values and continuity, but high on unintentional laughs and over-the-top shocks.Landi even throws in a tinge of stylistic Argento-esque flair, with his use of purple and green lighting whenever Patrick's cranial power is in use, that a neo-expressionist like Enzo Cucchi might momentarily admire if had he seen it, and perhaps briefly forgotten what sick mutt of a movie he was watching in the first place. In other words, a foolproof companion to that rainy mid-week movie night for you and your genre nut intimates, all of which, might well be bowled the fuck over by the time this exploitatively nasty little number comes to a close, yourself included.
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"...è paralizzato anche il tuo cazzo?Anche se i strofinare la mia figa sulla spalliera del letto?"
We first see Patrick(Gianni Dei) as he and his father, a professor named Herschel(Sascha Pitoeff), have broken down just south of Motuo County, China, where Patrick's attempts to flag down a passing car for roadside assistance earn him a chucked bottle upside his mush for his troubles.Next, in the operating theater, we see a surgeon in a mad dash to save the young man's life.Yeah, from that bottle in the face I just mentioned, as likely as that fucking sounds.The emergency surgery is successful, if by 'successful' you really meant 'left in a vegetative comatose state for an indefinite amount of time'.I guess the upside would be the mysterious psychokinetic powers Patrick inexplicably develops, the mental flame fanned by Herschell's other patients at his private clinic(you know, the one from Burial Ground? ).Meanwhile, the professor has somehow discovered the identities of six possible vessel-heaving suspects, inviting them all to his clinic for a few days that may or may not include violent retribution at the murderous mind of his soporose son.That they're all repugnant commoners, booze-soaked and belligerent, and ready to dash off their gear and prance around nude-ski's at the drop of a hat only helps the audience finetune it's growing hatred for the disposable characters and groove on the horrible, berserk death they're all about to eat for supper...
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Peter North ha visto alcuni giorni migliori.
First to go is a politician named Cough, who Patrick abruptly boils alive while he goes for a late night swim in the pool; his blistery corpse explained away by Herschell to the other guests as 'alcoholism-related'("Were you swimming in the moonshine still again, Cough?") and these bourgeois clodplates buy it.Davis is next, neck-hooked and hung over a well, before being discovered by Stella(Mariangela Giordano), who later discovers a flayed cat in the fridge, and later still, a medical pole in her vagina(Understandably, she says "No! No!" to the concept) that peskily impales her before exiting out her mouth.Next, Patrick uses his mental abilities for more conventional ends: forcing Lidya the secretary to strip nude and masturbate for him against her will.That she later ends up among those suspected of flinging flagon only adds to the complexity of the father and son's vengeance-fueled dilemma that is wholely ignored by Landi and co.Bel lavoro, ragazzi!A broad loses her dome to a car window-guillotine, while another servant gets her throat bitten out by her Shepalutes.Does any of this get Patrick any closer to the true identity of the bottle-throwing bastard that has left him in such a low somnambulistic state?Of course it doesn't, but it makes for a hilariously twisted  ninety-two, if you know what I'm saying here.
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"Minchia! Che un palo!"
Besides tonight's feature, which would be his last, and the aforementioned Giallo, Landi mostly worked on television projects, directing 1979's Supersexymarket and 1980's Il viziaccio, both with genre reg Femi Benussi, before passing away in 1992.Dei, who has appeared in things like Angelo Pannacciò's Sex of the Witch(1973), La settima tomba(1965), and Delitti(1987), also earned a credit in Landi's Giallo, as well.Crisanti's wife, Mariangela Giordano has had a prolific film career spanning over fifty years, with many genre credits to her name, such as Malabimba(1979), Giallo a Venezia(1979),  Le notti del terrore(1981), and Jesus Franco's Killer Barbys(1996), to list just a few.Besides his memorable turn in Argento's Inferno(1980), you can also catch the late Sacha Pitoeff in things like Donkey Skin(1970) opposite the delicious Delphine Seyrig, Anastasia(1956), and 1968's The Golden Claws of the Cat Girl(1968).On the scale, Ancora merits an anemic single Wop, though it's appeal to fans of genre-sleaze of the lowest order is undeniable, indeed.Approach accordingly...
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Un altro cliente soddisfatto.
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