All the stars are for Barbara Steele. And for Morricone's soundtrack.
There’s a great SAW-style trap in this movie. The plot is interesting, with its own strange choices, but it plays like a charming gothic nightmare, literally. The film begins with vice, continues with vice, and just keeps spiraling deeper into it... you know what I mean. It follows a familiar formula, but it’s ‘spiced up’ with a vendetta that isn’t all that entertaining.
First of all, the film struggles to bring its more intriguing ideas to the surface. The supernatural here isn’t just a matter of ghosts or vengeance. It also reaches for something deeper, a kind of subconscious projection through its characters. Guilt swells like a dark tide,…