Lucio Fulci’s swansong in the director’s seat, in which he bizarrely plays himself as he goes mad, unable to tell what is reality anymore after donkeys years of directing gore and exploitation. To top off his deteriorating mental state, people are starting to die gruesome deaths, and Fulci begins to suspect that he is the killer.
Despite this awesome plot summary (and the fact that the BBFC wouldn’t rate it), this actually is a pretty awful movie. The pacing is excruciating, Fulci can’t act (sorry meng, RIP) and it includes recycled footage from some of his earlier films. However there is a smattering of gorgeous Italian women present so if you like gore and tits and not much else you might be okay. Otherwise, you might wanna give it a miss.
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