The funny overdubs, like the unfortunately absent gore, is a big part of the appeal. Don't ask me to explain why. It's a secret club and you either appreciate or you don't.
Anyway, this one had its moments throughout and the kooky plot anchoring it was either too kooky or not kooky enough. The original Italian title of this was Sette note in nero ("Seven notes in black") and was variously released around the world as Murder to the Tune of the Seven Black Notes and Death Tolls Seven Times, and most notably in America: The Psychic (I watched a recent Blu-ray transfer packaged as that but with the title card, Murder to the Tune of the Seven Black Notes). This is all part of the fun, though. The appeal of giallo in 2020 is as steeped in irony as it is in genuine appreciation for the techniques and methods employed by the filmmakers.
Oh, I should mention that part of the reason why I didn't like this more is that it could never live up to its opening sequence...
Other fun/random moments include this lady saying she's had 56 lovers and hasn't murdered one of them...
and just some general loveliness re the editing, the mood and music, a giallo staple...
Anyways, sorry for this scatterbrained review (as usual). The FulciHeads deserve better, and–in fact–I hope to one day count myself among them. Godspeed.
CHRONOLOGICALLY
⫷ EPISODE 278 - (YOU ARE HERE) - EPISODE 280 ⫸
⫷ EPISODE 278 - (YOU ARE HERE) - EPISODE 280 ⫸
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