Widowed Audrey retreats to an isolated Welsh cabin after a failed suicide attempt, to recuperate. Still haunted by the tragic death of her husband and struggling with her psychosis, she begins to hear strange noises.
...not to mention money. Someone used up perfectly good resources, energy, effort and ideas to create this idiotic piece of pap? Mr Rubini, it's not the done thing to waste an hour and a half of someone's life. There I was, sitting dumbfounded on a cinema seat, wondering how in God's name it could have occurred to me to waste my hard-earner cash on such a sad spectacle. Why is it that Mr Rubini loves to perpetuate those awful, out-dated cliches about Italians, the sort that most foreigners who view us as comical, mandolin-playing buffoons will happily lap up? The only positive thing I can think of saying in favour of this film was Valentina Cervi's acting, worthy of any of the best comic actresses. Violante Placido on the other hand was an insipid, simpering little creature in her "good girl" part. And the male lead... he reminded me of a Southern Italian version of the Bolognese Stefano Accorsi, only marginally less annoying. Nice torso though. What more can I add? Truly awful. And even mildly insulting in its small-minded, simplistic, cliche-infested bigotry.
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