Have you ever watched Zombie Creeping Flesh and wondered what it would be like to see the guy playing Zantaro recite pervy poetry to two naked woman while one of them erotically dips her hands into a goldfish bowl? Must be just me then.
The plot of this one is all over the place to the extent that about two thirds into the film I realised that one red headed character was actually two separate red headed characters, which shows you how well I was following this one. At it's core this is a 'reading of the will' giallo type film where an old codger dies (and we hear his passing thoughts about his relatives - they aint compliments!) and leaves his estate to be shared out amongst his benefactors, if they all live to be a certain age yadda yadda. There's also some sort of family curse, a witch in town who is part of the family but hates everyone else, and two servants who have sex everywhere at the drop of a hat. One of them is played by Zantoro himself - Franco Garofalo, and in this film he looks like some made Klaus Kinski wear David Hemmings' hair. It's not a pretty sight.
So all these young people are scheming and bedding each other and it was hard to keep track really. One of them eventually gets his brains knocked out and finally Donald O'Brien turns up as the local cop. He knows someone did it, but not who. Could be the witch who is up to something with some daughter called Ingrid. Could be Ingrid's sister who is scheming with some other guy. Could be the black clad stranger who turns up and claws the chest of Camille Keaton with some weird steel claws. It's doubtful that it's the servants as they are at it like knives the entire film.
It's low on gore, high on sleaze and scheming, and kind of hard to keep track off. Either Donald O'Brien was really tall or everyone else in the film was tiny, and he doesn't really have too much to do in this one either which is a shame. Whether or not you like this film depends on whether or not you like this film.
The plot of this one is all over the place to the extent that about two thirds into the film I realised that one red headed character was actually two separate red headed characters, which shows you how well I was following this one. At it's core this is a 'reading of the will' giallo type film where an old codger dies (and we hear his passing thoughts about his relatives - they aint compliments!) and leaves his estate to be shared out amongst his benefactors, if they all live to be a certain age yadda yadda. There's also some sort of family curse, a witch in town who is part of the family but hates everyone else, and two servants who have sex everywhere at the drop of a hat. One of them is played by Zantoro himself - Franco Garofalo, and in this film he looks like some made Klaus Kinski wear David Hemmings' hair. It's not a pretty sight.
So all these young people are scheming and bedding each other and it was hard to keep track really. One of them eventually gets his brains knocked out and finally Donald O'Brien turns up as the local cop. He knows someone did it, but not who. Could be the witch who is up to something with some daughter called Ingrid. Could be Ingrid's sister who is scheming with some other guy. Could be the black clad stranger who turns up and claws the chest of Camille Keaton with some weird steel claws. It's doubtful that it's the servants as they are at it like knives the entire film.
It's low on gore, high on sleaze and scheming, and kind of hard to keep track off. Either Donald O'Brien was really tall or everyone else in the film was tiny, and he doesn't really have too much to do in this one either which is a shame. Whether or not you like this film depends on whether or not you like this film.