Ah, 1970ís ItalyÖthe skirts
are short, the shorts are shorter and films open with grooving tunes,
rides from suave strangers, and a wet nude murder with a pubic bludgeoning.
Have no fear! The police are on the case and they have special insight
into the criminal psyche through the work of one Dr. Herbert Lyutak
(Mickey Hargitay). Except he looks suspiciously like the suave
strangler and heís dramatically forgotten his cigarettes.
This really gets to his wife,
Marzia (Rita Calderoni). Why would he forget his cigarettes?
Men donít just forget their cigarettes. It doesnít add up.
Marzia has to get to the bottom of this, so she dismisses the sexed
up maid, Lolel and snoops around Herbertís study. He remembered
his smokes, but left a bloody shirt behind. Thatís odd, huh?
Itís enough to give the poor girl nightmares with chains and lesbian
threesomes. What else is she going to do with an impotent husband
on her hands?
Well, those are not the only
oddities around here. Turns out that women in skimpy clothing
just happen to wander out of doors alone after dark. And they
just stand there, waiting. Sometimes they are by a phone booth;
sometimes they are by a pool. They donít wear bras and they
always end up dead. Herbert is definitely a big old mess with
a penchant for strangulation, but women die when heís clearly in no
position to be the killer.
Who is the killer? Is
it the stereotypical dago parking attendant? Could be. Heís
hairy. He does his dirty business outside. His shirt is wide open
and he wears a huge ass crucifix. Ohóand he was in the vicinity
for each murder. However, this is a giallo, so what we need to
be asking ourselves is this: could it be a mentally unstable woman?
Oooooh! I hope so!
This 2008 Blue Underground
restored release contains both the international and American versions
of the film. I chose to watch the international version, with
subtitles, because I figured it would be sleazier. The sound and
picture quality is fantastic. There is a ton of nudity.
I donít think its possible to go five minutes without seeing a nipple.
Even though Delirium follows the standard giallo formula, writer/director
Renato Polselli (who inexplicably uses the pseudonym Ralph Brown) did
an above average job of creating suspicion and inserting plenty of twists.
The ending is particularly charming. I had never even heard of
this one and now itís become one of my favorites. Bravo Blue
Rating - ****
- Jennie Milojevic