Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
When the movie camera kills. Bava has always approached cinema as a cinematographer and not a dramatist, he regards everything in terms of shapes, light and color and not action and events and such post-human idea of film is pushed to limit here. The plot could be out of a krimi, but it is seen through a plastic surface: all shine sets, beautiful colors and actresses who becomes dolls to be butchered. The fashion setting serves it well, it is about evolving everything into this false surface and allow it to be destroyed. The images are beautiful and beauty equals death. The only empathy here is towards the murder's blade because Bava love those reds so much.