Bisius

Excellent, as always.

You preceded me by a slight breath. I completely agree: the saints really suck.

Beautiful.

Well, what can I say. Once again, thank you all. DAMN, let's wrap this up concisely. First of all, I'm not mad at you, especially since I've noticed that in your personal profile you have a picture of Big Luciano, and that's more than enough for me (go Moggi :-D). Now, I agree with you on the "alleged" background of the policeman, but I want to point out that the setting took place at night (did this guy have the right to take the gun in his own house or not?) and in the library (not in the study, and if you notice, the corridors in the villa are immensely large).

Then: reread my post carefully, where I clearly state that the journalist's crime in the villa is implausible, and then respond, not to mention Gardaland and Gardaland. The actions that precede the crime, on the other hand, I don't see how you could find them implausible: and in fact, you didn’t respond. To conclude this discussion: without taking anything away from this masterpiece of our cinema, I would have worked hard to review the soundtrack (and believe me, I did work hard), so if you have any other digressions and/or themes about the film, avoid writing them and go back to the homepage. If you intend to judge the soundtrack, only in that case post your comment. Let me point out one final thing: beyond the unfortunate joke about the sixty-year-old expert in Kali Filipino (which I don’t know where you see it, enlighten us; maybe because she made a small jump from a balcony? Even a paraplegic could manage that) I’d like to quote a small part of your comment. <Wow, how much do you take offense for two nonsense, I wrote and think it's a nice film with two annoying moments, not a colossal crap.> Next time, try to specify that: from your comments, the film seemed more like a colossal crap than a nice film with two annoying moments.

Then: reread my post carefully, where I clearly state that the journalist's crime in the villa is implausible, and then respond, not to mention Gardaland and Gardaland. The actions that precede the crime, on the other hand, I don't see how you could find them implausible: and in fact, you didn’t respond. To conclude this discussion: without taking anything away from this masterpiece of our cinema, I would have worked hard to review the soundtrack (and believe me, I did work hard), so if you have any other digressions and/or themes about the film, avoid writing them and go back to the homepage. If you intend to judge the soundtrack, only in that case post your comment. Let me point out one final thing: beyond the unfortunate joke about the sixty-year-old expert in Kali Filipino (which I don’t know where you see it, enlighten us; maybe because she made a small jump from a balcony? Even a paraplegic could manage that) I’d like to quote a small part of your comment. <Wow, how much do you take offense for two nonsense, I wrote and think it's a nice film with two annoying moments, not a colossal crap.> Next time, try to specify that: from your comments, the film seemed more like a colossal crap than a nice film with two annoying moments.

I'm sorry to say it, but I quote Bjork. All this business about the dumb cop, etc., etc. No, no, no. Answer this question: you are alone in a library, with a knife in hand, at night. You have just discovered a terrible secret. You see a doll approaching you with a satanic grin and a knife in hand (question within a question: could it be that the knife was added by Calamai, dear CAZ? What do you think?). You smash its head with a knife. Your heart is racing: at that moment, a figure crashes down on you from the balcony, throwing you to the ground. You can't understand anything anymore: you're disoriented, and at that moment the guy from behind grabs you and introduces your teeth to the rocky edge of the fireplace, two or three times (and if you notice, the cop tries to fight back), after which, while you're half unconscious, he plunges a dagger into your carotid artery. What would you have done? Shouted peace & love with a bouquet of flowers in hand? Isn't this a reconstruction of the sensations a normal human being would feel in this situation? Ah, no, but I almost forgot! The cop wasn't half dazed: he was a fool! Damn, how could I not have thought of that before?

The only unbelievable thing is death, as it seems improbable that just thirty seconds of boiling water could cause such a chilling effect. Anyway. What seems strange to me instead is another thing, subsequent to the murder of the medium: when Marcus walks down the hallway filled with paintings, as you well know, he registers a detail in his mind that will prove decisive only at the end, namely the (hidden) presence of Clara Calamai in a nook of the apartment, reflected solely by the painting. A doubt arises: if he really wanted to silence her, then why the hell didn’t he surprise her from behind and put an end to it once and for all? He had the weapon, the same one used to injure the medium, that is a kitchen cleaver. So, so what? Thanks for the votes to all the others.

The only unbelievable thing is death, as it seems improbable that just thirty seconds of boiling water could cause such a chilling effect. Anyway. What seems strange to me instead is another thing, subsequent to the murder of the medium: when Marcus walks down the hallway filled with paintings, as you well know, he registers a detail in his mind that will prove decisive only at the end, namely the (hidden) presence of Clara Calamai in a nook of the apartment, reflected solely by the painting. A doubt arises: if he really wanted to silence her, then why the hell didn’t he surprise her from behind and put an end to it once and for all? He had the weapon, the same one used to injure the medium, that is a kitchen cleaver. So, so what? Thanks for the votes to all the others.

DAMN, but it's a movie... it's a movie, an exceptional thriller. In a thriller, you don't pay attention to details; you sprawl on the couch with popcorn in hand and enjoy it! As for the murder of the policeman (the one who got hit with a baton): he was caught off guard from behind because the sweet Mrs. Calamai (who sadly passed away in 1998) jumped down from the balcony while he was distracted, tearing apart a puppet. A puppet that Carlo's mom didn't make: ever heard of toy stores? Well, she bought it there. You have to consider that the policeman didn't have the necessary time to react; he was stunned immediately and stabbed shortly after. The murder at the villa: meanwhile, Mrs. Calamai was not an old lady, but a woman of just sixty, who could have considerable strength. Secondly, if you had really paid attention to the film, you would have remembered that before scalding her with boiling water, the sweet lady banged the poor girl's head two or three times against the bathroom tiles, which constitutes no small amount of stunning. Try reacting underwater, half in pain and dazed after suffering a complete assault with injuries.