Synopsis
Suddenly She Could See into the Future... and Saw Her Own Murder...
A woman with psychic powers has a vision of a murder that took place in a house owned by her husband.
1977 ‘Sette note in nero’ Directed by Lucio Fulci
A woman with psychic powers has a vision of a murder that took place in a house owned by her husband.
Murder to the Tune of the Seven Black Notes, Seven Notes in Black, 더 싸이킥, 사이킥
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Deadly premonitions, fate, murdered corpses hidden within walls, and seven musical notes that lead to utter shock, The Psychic is simplistic compared to Fulci’s other gore fueled nightmares or even his other gialli—less flash, less bombastic moments of gore, and a more focused story. With this Argento-like giallo, Mr. Fulci gives our main character all the clues, it’s just a matter of which way she chooses to piece them together.
In a career with face-melting, gut-munching sinewy bangers like City of the Living Dead, Zombi 2, and genre opus The Beyond, it’s easy for The Psychic to be overlooked, but it shouldn’t be. Sette Note in Nero aka Seven Notes in Black aka Murder to the Tune of the Seven Notes in Black is stylishly shot…
Really had to watch this again after seeing Jennifer O’Neill in The Reincarnation of Peter Proud and I still stand firmly by my belief that this is not only Fulci’s greatest giallo, but one of the all time greatest.
Great setup, excellent execution, lots of twisty turns, and a perfect cast make this a genuine underrated classic of the genre that deserves more love than it will ever get and I say that because it could never get enough in any circumstance. 5 stars without the slightest hesitation.
Those seven notes are so powerful, so haunting, and so memorable that I’ll be thinking of them for days and that’s that kinda shit that Fulci did, y’all! Nobody can EVER touch Argento (and…
Too many people seem to only remember Fulci for his gore masterpieces but let me tell you: that man knew how to make a truly great giallo and, personally, I think this may be his best one.
A clairvoyant has a vision of murder and tries to find out who did it before they find her. I’m pretty sure this is in my top 5 gialli of all time although, admittedly, that’s a really hard list to try and make. I have noticed that even when people are familiar with Fulci’s giallo work, this one doesn’t seem to be quite as well known. Maybe it’s because it’s harder to find than others? I remember being totally fascinated by the VHS…
Psychic is a word I can never manage to spell correctly the first time.
I think the thing that really matters in this, my...wait,
Don't Torture a Duckling, Zombi 2 (my first, I think) City of the Living Dead, The Black Cat, The Beyond, The House by the Cemetery, Manhattan Baby, Conquest, Aenigma,
I think the thing that really matters in this, my tenth Fulci, is technically spoilers so...ya know...spoilers:
USE THE ASH TRAY! THE ASH TRAY! YOU KNOW FULCI WANTS THAT CIGARETTE TO GO DIRECTLY INTO THAT CREEP'S EYEBALL!!!
Why didn't this happen?
I am sad. I guess that was the point.
I really love all the hats in this. I recently bought a really great hat at Pendleton and I love it so, so much. That is all.
Wait! I want a music box of something particularly weird but symbolically fitting (like the giant ashtray? No? Too Soon)? which plays that melody.
I often find self-fulfilling prophecy stories to be dull. The obvious reason is that, of course, you know how they're going to end (either it comes true or it doesn't) and more often than not these stories hew close to the formula. Fulci, however, doesn't give a fuck about the formula; his interest is in suspense. And he uses the premonitions of his protagonist to tell us exactly what's going to happen to her--but not how--and let us cringe as she walks right into it. Certainly, there's a good portion of the film spent on red herrings--and they're intriguing enough to be worth watching--but it all leads up to an inevitable showdown, a moment fated to occur, and the horror…
11th Lucio Fulci (after Don't Torture a Duckling, A Cat in the Brain, The House by the Cemetery, The Black Cat, City of the Living Dead, The Beyond, A Lizard in a Woman's Skin, Zombie Flesh Eaters, Manhattan Baby and Murder-Rock: Dancing Death)
(The following review is inspired by Enrico's comments on his review for Kill, Baby, Kill!)
Giallato Tasting Notes: A Smooth and Creamy late Giallo, made with the purest of Fulci extract. Heavy dark swirls of mystery and hypnotic intrigue at the front of the palette, providing a welcome contrast with the decadent surroundings of extreme wealth and privilege our heroine moves through. It has enough sharp bits of strawberry red to make the experience extremely pleasurable to…
Lucio Fulci may have been most famous for his gut munching gore movies, but he also made some of the best Giallo films; Murder to the Tune of Seven Black Notes is certainly one of them! The film focuses on a psychic who discovers a body hidden in the wall of her husbands house, after having a vision of the girl's death. Her husband gets the blame so she begins to investigate! The film is a real slow burn but very well put together, as we are slowly fed clues without being sure of exactly where they fit into the overall picture. It's a very small and personal film as there's only a handful of characters but the mystery is…
"I'd like to believe you, but if you're lying…"
Virginia Ducci finds a rotting corpse buried in the wall of a house that she and her husband were renovating, and it's just about as close to a literal skeleton in their closet as a movie can get without coming right out and putting an actual skeleton in their actual closet. The search for the origin of the skeleton and the question of how it got there is a metaphor worthy of Poe: we all have skeletons in our closets, and we have to figure out how they got there, we have to understand what they mean, we have to unpack them from the walls of our house or we'll go…
Watching this at 4am was the right idea. Can't believe Fulci opened this the exact same way Duckling ended, with someone falling off a cliff, turning into a papier mache dummy and busting up their face against the rocks. That's just the sort of shameless power-move I turn to the maestro for. Love the way his cinema dements more and more as it goes on. This one's really neat and def my favourite of the Fulci gialli. Jennifer O'Neill gains some kind of second sight after witnessing her mother's suicide as a child. She has great composure and conveys cigarette coolness and confidence just as effectively as she does fragility and anxiety. As usual with Fulci, plot plays second fiddle…
Mostly "Sette note in nero" aka "The Psychic" is on a low fire until the end, which it's spent its time building up through the fragmented visions of the past experienced by Jennifer O'Neill. It may be fragmented but O'Neill plays it like it hasn't shattered her into helplessness. Someone killed a young woman and hid her body behind a plastered over brick wall in a room with red furniture in an old mansion and O'Neill has a vague outline of it that fills in as the film proceeds. The sinister begins mixing in more and more with the psychological creating a mesmerizing vibe with jolts here and there of red blood, broken mirrors, a wrist watch with a spaghetti…