Bob McCully’s review published on Letterboxd:
Pupi Avati's 1976 giallo is a refreshing spin, mainly because it's legitimately terrifying. While very much a slow burn and low on scenes of violence, there's an intensity to it that really lingered with me.
Opening with a hypnotic and deeply disturbing credit sequence, the overwhelmingly dark images and tone then proceeded to cast the entire film in a thick layer of dread.
The story itself concerns a man who is hired to restore a painting in a small town along the Northern coast of Italy. He arrives and things are not quite as they seem, there's a dark mystery involving the artist, a friend who possibly was murdered, and an overall feeling like our protagonist is slowly descending into madness.
Despite the low body count, what violence and blood is shown is incredibly effective. Even through the tamer stretches of the film, the creepy score and stylish cinematography had enough power to make every long dark hallway feel as menacing as any moment of slaughter. Between the intriguing mystery and the violent and horrific conclusion, I was thoroughly satisfied.
Maybe this is one of the best Giallos I've ever seen?
I can't emphasize enough though how much it lingered with me...
Something about the opening credits sequence, the lonely and eerie vibe of the small town, and all the spare but harsh glimpses of death, it just felt unshakable to me..
I watched this in the morning and as I went grocery shopping, then for a run, and now here as I type this out it's still playing through my head like a bleak nightmare.
The feeling of this one runs very deep...