This has to be Argento’s sickest flick. The man is well known for his
extreme violence against women in his films but here he also slaps in the
rape element. Argento deals with rape the same way he deals with gore…in
your face. It’s not pleasant.
This film is two movies
in one. The first half is Argento classic, a twisted serial killer plot
filled with rape, masochistic tendencies, hallucinations and blood galore.
The second half reminded me of Polanski's "Repulsion". We
witness Anna’s descent into madness and reality is not what it seems to
be. That’s where the movie falters.
The first half of the
film is very solid. The Stendthal Syndrome gives Argento a lot of room to
indulge himself in excessive visuals (seeing Anna enter paintings is a
sight to behold), the story is fascinating, the kills are violent, the
mood is bleak and the flick never stops surprising you.
But the film lost me in
it’s second half. It throws in a plot twist that I guessed early on and
all I had left was to wait for the film to catch up with me. It doesn’t
help that the pace of the last half or the new direction it takes is not
nearly as exciting as it’s electrifying first half. It plods along
slowly till its foregone conclusion.
Don’t get me
wrong dudes 'n dudettes, flawed Argento is still better than half the crap
out there. We still get extreme violence, crazy shots, a great lead
actress (in Miss Asia Argento) and some seriously whacked out visuals. It’s
just too bad that Argento drops his load too soon.