THE WASHING MACHINE (1993, original title Vortice mortale) is a late-stage giallo from the one and only Ruggero Deodato, of course famous for his notorious CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST. Unfortunately aside from one gore scene there are no similarities to that gruelling masterpiece, and THE WASHING MACHINE is an example of the director having a real off day. As with many 1990s Italian films, it's a low budget, cheap-looking affair, set in a single apartment occupied by three strange sisters who discover a hacked-up body in their washing machine one night.
When our cop protagonist, as played by Philippe Cariot, investigates he can find no trace of a murder. Instead he spends most of his time bedding each of the sisters, each of whom has a specific character: the eldest is a brazen prostitute, the middle one an ethereal musician, the youngest a bisexual charity worker. The mystery is certainly convoluted and little happens, so the writer resorts to dream sequences and lots and lots of sex and female nudity which doesn't really make up for it. The solution to the mystery is one of the most ridiculous I've seen, a crushing disappointment and plain silly way to end the film. Unfortunately I didn't enjoy this one.
When our cop protagonist, as played by Philippe Cariot, investigates he can find no trace of a murder. Instead he spends most of his time bedding each of the sisters, each of whom has a specific character: the eldest is a brazen prostitute, the middle one an ethereal musician, the youngest a bisexual charity worker. The mystery is certainly convoluted and little happens, so the writer resorts to dream sequences and lots and lots of sex and female nudity which doesn't really make up for it. The solution to the mystery is one of the most ridiculous I've seen, a crushing disappointment and plain silly way to end the film. Unfortunately I didn't enjoy this one.