With their eye-popping visuals, grotesque surrealism, and time-capsule weirdness, it’s no wonder giallo movies have, since their arrival in 1960s Italy, appealed to audiences who crave a dash of sleaze along with their mad poetry. Combustible mixtures of Grand Guignol horror, pulp storytelling, and all-out visual and aural hallucination, gialli—at their demented best, as in Mario Bava’s Black Sabbath (1963) and Dario Argento’s Inferno (1980)—truly resembled waking nightmares, awash in impossibly bright colors and disorienting soundtracks filled with off-kilter post-dubbing and delirious musical scores. It’s an equally appealing genre for filmmakers, who are given practically free reign to overindulge themselves in the stylistic jigsaw-puzzle of cinema.
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