Lamentable attempt at a giallo revival it gets most things wrong (particularly the atmosphere so essential to this subgenre, completely negated here by flat TV style) and should, in fact, have been called BAD FILM-MAKING!
For what it's worth, the cast includes three past exponents in the field: noted transsexual Eva Robins (TENEBRE [1982]) as a has-been TV star whose plan for a comeback coincides with a killing spree occurring in her apartment building; Florinda Bolkan (A LIZARD IN A WOMAN'S SKIN [1971], DON'T TORTURE A DUCKLING [1972]) as a crooked art dealer and painter with a fondness for violent themes; and Franco Nero (THE FIFTH CORD [1971]) who gets an amusing but, at the same time, thankless bit as a disillusioned-magistrate-turned-street-preaching-bum!
Besides featuring one of the silliest murder weapons ever (an architect's set square), dialogue is hilariously overwritten throughout and the young cast emerges to be generally inadequate (even if virtually all of the performances here are stilted) but, at least, it does manage a bit of the traditional nudity (courtesy of two entirely gratuitous shower scenes) and even throws in a few lesbian couplings as a bonus! Finally, while it's kind of interesting that two of the three murders attributed to the serial killer aren't actually committed by the latter (and, in fact, is never caught or even identified), it's quite stupid of him to add to his list of victims the incompetent magistrate who had hastily condemned an innocent man so as to appease the irate public opinion!!
For what it's worth, the cast includes three past exponents in the field: noted transsexual Eva Robins (TENEBRE [1982]) as a has-been TV star whose plan for a comeback coincides with a killing spree occurring in her apartment building; Florinda Bolkan (A LIZARD IN A WOMAN'S SKIN [1971], DON'T TORTURE A DUCKLING [1972]) as a crooked art dealer and painter with a fondness for violent themes; and Franco Nero (THE FIFTH CORD [1971]) who gets an amusing but, at the same time, thankless bit as a disillusioned-magistrate-turned-street-preaching-bum!
Besides featuring one of the silliest murder weapons ever (an architect's set square), dialogue is hilariously overwritten throughout and the young cast emerges to be generally inadequate (even if virtually all of the performances here are stilted) but, at least, it does manage a bit of the traditional nudity (courtesy of two entirely gratuitous shower scenes) and even throws in a few lesbian couplings as a bonus! Finally, while it's kind of interesting that two of the three murders attributed to the serial killer aren't actually committed by the latter (and, in fact, is never caught or even identified), it's quite stupid of him to add to his list of victims the incompetent magistrate who had hastily condemned an innocent man so as to appease the irate public opinion!!