Despite being almost devoid of action this Spanish giallo keeps you wondering right up until the end just what the hell is going on. Plus, it's not about how women only get so far in their careers in the world of cigar chomping fat businessmen, but rather what happens when housewives get bored while their husbands are away working. And what do bored housewives do? That's right - they suspect each other of murdering their husbands.
Marta is that very woman. She lives in an apartment complex with her husband and cat, but mainly the cat as the husband is off working. Above her lives Patty Shepherd and her husband Viktor, and while bored Marta speculates what is going on above her, listening to Patty's footsteps, then her husband's. Strangely, Patty states the next day that her husband has been away working, so who was upstairs. And who is taking pictures of both Patty, Marta, and Rosa, the girl who delivers milk to the milfs?
Not only do we have a few suspects kicking about (the moody sculptor/landlord, the horn dog supermarket guy...err...that's it really) but we also have a huge number of ways to dispose of a body about the place too. So if Patty did murder her husband, as Marta quickly suspects, then the body could have either been fed to the pigs out back, or fed to those dogs who are strangely off their regular food, or even thrown into the furnace that the sculptor has. Or maybe even stashed in Marta's own fridge, seeing that Patty's always asking to store meat in there!
I suppose the fun lies in wondering if Marta should maybe take up some sort of hobby instead of wondering what her neighbours are up to, or whether she's right and Patty has killed her husband, or even if the sculptor is up to something. The plot only gets more complex as it goes on as nothing is really revealed until the last few minutes, and even then you might be left wondering what happened after the film. Not bad at all.
Patty Shepherd (also known as the Barbara Steele of Spanish horror) is rather good as the chirpy and possibly sinister neighbour (Shepherd stalkers take note: she does a bit of nude sunbathing). The most sickening bit for me was when Rosa the milk maid drank milk directly from a cow's teat - blech!
Marta is that very woman. She lives in an apartment complex with her husband and cat, but mainly the cat as the husband is off working. Above her lives Patty Shepherd and her husband Viktor, and while bored Marta speculates what is going on above her, listening to Patty's footsteps, then her husband's. Strangely, Patty states the next day that her husband has been away working, so who was upstairs. And who is taking pictures of both Patty, Marta, and Rosa, the girl who delivers milk to the milfs?
Not only do we have a few suspects kicking about (the moody sculptor/landlord, the horn dog supermarket guy...err...that's it really) but we also have a huge number of ways to dispose of a body about the place too. So if Patty did murder her husband, as Marta quickly suspects, then the body could have either been fed to the pigs out back, or fed to those dogs who are strangely off their regular food, or even thrown into the furnace that the sculptor has. Or maybe even stashed in Marta's own fridge, seeing that Patty's always asking to store meat in there!
I suppose the fun lies in wondering if Marta should maybe take up some sort of hobby instead of wondering what her neighbours are up to, or whether she's right and Patty has killed her husband, or even if the sculptor is up to something. The plot only gets more complex as it goes on as nothing is really revealed until the last few minutes, and even then you might be left wondering what happened after the film. Not bad at all.
Patty Shepherd (also known as the Barbara Steele of Spanish horror) is rather good as the chirpy and possibly sinister neighbour (Shepherd stalkers take note: she does a bit of nude sunbathing). The most sickening bit for me was when Rosa the milk maid drank milk directly from a cow's teat - blech!