Inferno ★★★

only my second argento but it’s already somewhat clear that dramaturgy’s not really the guy’s strong suit. not too much of an issue, seeing as he more than makes up for it in visual bombast and an operatic sense of camp. one scene that i’m still cracking up over: a guy on crutches drowns a bagful of kittens but falls into the water and finds himself being eaten alive by rats (“i’m being eaten alive by rats!”, he cries out, helpfully.) a nearby hot dog vendor hears him and runs over to help, only to pull a knife out of nowhere and stab the guy in the neck. why did he do that? it’s never made clear. long stretches of the film are like that. just inexplicably bizarre