A serial killer targets unfaithful wives. After brutally slashing their bodies, he leaves photographs of the women with their lovers but disfigures the faces of the men in the photos so they are unrecognizable. The police detective (Farley Granger) assigned to the case finds no shortage of suspects. Directed by Roberto Bianchi Montero, this Italian giallo is weak and short of suspense and especially style, two mandatory elements for a successful giallo. The film gets really interesting during the last 20 minutes going down a road I didn't expect but not enough to redeem the previous hour and 20 minutes. The movie is a little more misogynistic than usual for the genre (and just a touch of homophobia). When the killer is finally exposed, we're never given his motive. Why was he killing unfaithful wives? Was his own wife unfaithful which sent him over the edge? If it was a morality thing, why not kill unfaithful husbands too? The female nudity is plentiful and the murders graphic but the often incoherent plot is frustrating. The faux Morricone score is by Giorgio Gaslini. With the lovely Sylva Koscina (wasted), Silvano Tranquilli, Angela Covello and Chris Avram.
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