The brutal murder of a pretty teacher with a double life brings out the worst in the other tenants of her tony apartment building...
The DVD back cover blurb for BAD INCLINATION calls the film an "attempt to recreate the films of the genre, like the ones made by Lucio Fulci and Lamberto Bava in the 1960s and '70s, that were adored by the public and hated by the critics". That couldn't be more wrong -and not just because Mario Bava's son Lamberto was an '80s horror director, not a '70s giallo one.
Director Pierfrancesco Campanella's not-so-sly satire on an amoral society's tabloid celebrities wasn't an homage to a much beloved Italian horror sub-genre so much as a skewering of a new "Me Decade" with it's hedonistic abandon and self-serving values. A lady prosecutor on the case laments, "there's too many relationships" and the goings-ons in the victim's A-list apartment complex is reminiscent of SCTV's soap parody "The Days Of The Week" with its tongue-in-cheek pregnant pauses and off- the-wall couplings.
The still-attractive genre fave Florinda Bolkan almost walks away with the movie as a ruthless artist who gets inspiration from the murder in more ways than one but she gets some stiff competition from the always interesting Eva Robins (the transsexual in Dario Argento's TENEBRAE flashbacks) as a Norma Desmond-ish has-been singer. The temperamental diva turns the murder into a "comeback vehicle" by insisting she's getting obscene phone calls from the killer -a nasty piece of work whose weapon of choice is an architect's metal set-square.
The crimes become a goldmine of publicity with everyone making the TV talk show rounds -including the public prosecutor- and guest star Franco "Django" Nero's bit as a street corner prophet acts as a sort of hip Greek chorus. There's ulterior motives and double crosses galore and the murders, the brief glimpses of hetero S&M, and the lesbianism and nudity (courtesy of Robins) are all photographed in classy style on stylish sets. The ambiguous ending isn't, really, since it's in keeping with the film's jaded universe and, like any good giallo, the title's a big hint. This one's lots of fun, I loved it!
The DVD back cover blurb for BAD INCLINATION calls the film an "attempt to recreate the films of the genre, like the ones made by Lucio Fulci and Lamberto Bava in the 1960s and '70s, that were adored by the public and hated by the critics". That couldn't be more wrong -and not just because Mario Bava's son Lamberto was an '80s horror director, not a '70s giallo one.
Director Pierfrancesco Campanella's not-so-sly satire on an amoral society's tabloid celebrities wasn't an homage to a much beloved Italian horror sub-genre so much as a skewering of a new "Me Decade" with it's hedonistic abandon and self-serving values. A lady prosecutor on the case laments, "there's too many relationships" and the goings-ons in the victim's A-list apartment complex is reminiscent of SCTV's soap parody "The Days Of The Week" with its tongue-in-cheek pregnant pauses and off- the-wall couplings.
The still-attractive genre fave Florinda Bolkan almost walks away with the movie as a ruthless artist who gets inspiration from the murder in more ways than one but she gets some stiff competition from the always interesting Eva Robins (the transsexual in Dario Argento's TENEBRAE flashbacks) as a Norma Desmond-ish has-been singer. The temperamental diva turns the murder into a "comeback vehicle" by insisting she's getting obscene phone calls from the killer -a nasty piece of work whose weapon of choice is an architect's metal set-square.
The crimes become a goldmine of publicity with everyone making the TV talk show rounds -including the public prosecutor- and guest star Franco "Django" Nero's bit as a street corner prophet acts as a sort of hip Greek chorus. There's ulterior motives and double crosses galore and the murders, the brief glimpses of hetero S&M, and the lesbianism and nudity (courtesy of Robins) are all photographed in classy style on stylish sets. The ambiguous ending isn't, really, since it's in keeping with the film's jaded universe and, like any good giallo, the title's a big hint. This one's lots of fun, I loved it!