i’m obsessed with all the different shades of red in fulci’s the psychic (1977) i’m deep in a giallo hyperfixation rn… also love how insanely detailed the sets are in this film
dario argento’s entire 80s run is still the coolest ever in my book; we’ve talked about it a million times but it’s never enough because how was this even possible
cancel culture is so stupid because you can’t demand that someone apologize for their actions, then refuse to accept the apology and refuse to give them any chance to actually change their behavior. what exactly do you want from them at that point?
rewatching argento’s opera while on a trip and god the keyhole bullet scene still has me screaming inside every time… shot with such grace for something so brutal!
i love late 80s giallos; opera uses subtle meta to revisit so many of the genre’s tropes especially those popularised by argento himself while turning them into this erotically charged exploration of how we watch and participate in all the vicious violence and it’s BEAUTIFUL!
rewatching argento’s opera while on a trip and god the keyhole bullet scene still has me screaming inside every time… shot with such grace for something so brutal!
let’s talk about this type of close-up shots that were prominent back in the days especially in the late 80’s where a group of menacing characters all break the fourth wall at once creating a paranoia inducing feverish feel
as a non-us citizen, i had absolutely no idea who elizabeth holmes was until today so i genuinely thought i was watching some kind of really great psychosexual thriller like pasolini’s theorem… imagine my surprise when i learned the actual context!!