Take all the major giallo hallmarks - tons of style, sleaze, and creative murders and toss them out the window and you're left with something that resembles The Forbidden Photos of A Lady Beyond Suspicion. It's a plodding, turgid affair with little flair and even less thrills.
A woman is attacked by a perverted creep who tells her that her husband isn't the man she thinks he is. He ultimately blackmails her into taking lurid photos and, by that point, we've all gone to sleep.
Not one of the better giallos and I'm starting to believe that, unless Argento or Bava's name is attached to a giallo, I'm not going to love it.
A woman is attacked by a perverted creep who tells her that her husband isn't the man she thinks he is. He ultimately blackmails her into taking lurid photos and, by that point, we've all gone to sleep.
Not one of the better giallos and I'm starting to believe that, unless Argento or Bava's name is attached to a giallo, I'm not going to love it.