Review: Tenebre (Italy 1982)

Last time I saw Tenebrae (10-15 years ago?), I was so distracted by the banging Goblin score, and the tracking camera, and the ultra sleaze, and the ultra violence, and the absolutely bonkers plot twists, I failed to appreciate how goddamn funny it is. Argento has created the best kind of parody of the giallo genre and his own work, the kind that works equally well as a parody and the thing itself.

Also, bonus points for Chekhov’s sculpture.

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