This is a remarkably silly giallo that begins with Susan Scott messing with a coin operated telescope in Rome and randomly witnessing a woman being stabbed to death in a house. At first she tries to get help from a policeman passing by with his family, but he refuses, pointing out he's actually a fireman, and that he can't help anyway as his wife will get him into trouble. This daftness will continue!
Susan remembers that the murderer had a limp and was dressed in black, and it looked like several people witnesses him leave. Susan's boyfriend also has a limp, plus he's an artist who uses fabric dummies to stab to death as some sort of crappy art project. These dummies are made by Susan, and according to him "It's the only thing she does well...apart from making love." This he tells to policeman George Martin, who doesn't believe she witnessed anything...until they actually find the corpse, to which Susan exclaims happily "Hey! They found my corpse!"
Susan is also friends with journalist Kitty, who is going out with a composer who can't get it up. Indeed, it's the first thing Kitty tells Susan when she calls! Now it took me a while to figure it out but Kitty also has a sister played by the same actress who is going out with Luciano Rossi, and the sister also has a limp and needs a cane to get around. Seeing Luciano, who always plays weirdos or perverts, actually having a normal relationship was the biggest shock of the film. You'd think he'd be shagging a crocodile while dressed as Ghandi. With a chair stuck up his arse.
Of course the killer has a few witness to stab and the cops start finding cane marks everywhere, which makes them suspect Susan's boyfriend. This leads the remaining characters on a journey to the truth, broken only by Susan having to stop the action to go for a pee - twice! For no reason! Plus, they have Luciano Rossi stare into a shop window full of razors, just to confirm that he's definitely the film's red herring, and Sal Borghese as the designer of a bag held by a witness who wants to link his fashion house to the murders for publicity.
Not only is the film daft as hell, but director Pradeuax packs it with wall to wall nudity as well, including a lesbian flashback bit that someone else flashes back to later in the film. There was so much nudity that my mind started drifting to be honest, but still, I love films that are as mad as this.
Susan remembers that the murderer had a limp and was dressed in black, and it looked like several people witnesses him leave. Susan's boyfriend also has a limp, plus he's an artist who uses fabric dummies to stab to death as some sort of crappy art project. These dummies are made by Susan, and according to him "It's the only thing she does well...apart from making love." This he tells to policeman George Martin, who doesn't believe she witnessed anything...until they actually find the corpse, to which Susan exclaims happily "Hey! They found my corpse!"
Susan is also friends with journalist Kitty, who is going out with a composer who can't get it up. Indeed, it's the first thing Kitty tells Susan when she calls! Now it took me a while to figure it out but Kitty also has a sister played by the same actress who is going out with Luciano Rossi, and the sister also has a limp and needs a cane to get around. Seeing Luciano, who always plays weirdos or perverts, actually having a normal relationship was the biggest shock of the film. You'd think he'd be shagging a crocodile while dressed as Ghandi. With a chair stuck up his arse.
Of course the killer has a few witness to stab and the cops start finding cane marks everywhere, which makes them suspect Susan's boyfriend. This leads the remaining characters on a journey to the truth, broken only by Susan having to stop the action to go for a pee - twice! For no reason! Plus, they have Luciano Rossi stare into a shop window full of razors, just to confirm that he's definitely the film's red herring, and Sal Borghese as the designer of a bag held by a witness who wants to link his fashion house to the murders for publicity.
Not only is the film daft as hell, but director Pradeuax packs it with wall to wall nudity as well, including a lesbian flashback bit that someone else flashes back to later in the film. There was so much nudity that my mind started drifting to be honest, but still, I love films that are as mad as this.