My four favorite films are the four most recent films to which I've given five stars.
I've come to terms with the fact that gialli aren't high art. They don't satisfy on a cerebral level. The plots, characters and red herrings can only be so good. For me, a great giallo is one that accepts - and owns - the genre's exploitative nature. Gore. Tits. Gore. Sex. Gore. Sleaze. And fucking gore.
Fulci gets it. Which is why The New York Ripper is the quintessential giallo. It does away with any pretense that we're here to…
Within the first five minutes I knew this was going to be a film that resonated deeply with me. Watching that opening scene of the church service was like reliving my own childhood and adolescence. I could see myself in every single character: the organist who can't stop checking the clock, the stoic hymn singers struggling to feel something from the music, the coughing man trying to remain focused, the child bored to tears, the pastor going through the motions…
I found it difficult to sit through a 28-minute piece of propaganda on a subject I don't care about in the slightest. I only got through it by repeating to myself, "Kubrick made this... Kubrick made this..." As I watched, I did my best to spot anything "Kubrick" about it. It was well shot, kind of. The subjects were always in frame and there were a couple competent tracking shots. But the truth is there's just no reason to watch this other than to be able to say "I've seen every Kubrick film."