The Case of the Bloody Iris

A pretty average giallo, of which there were dozens a year in Italy in the 70s, until it resembled a treadmill. It's almost cringe-worthy in places, with the opening scene alone killing the whole thing, with the witnesses looking impassively on the elevator at the brutally slashed girl and commenting in an unexcited voice, as if they're just discussing what's on discount at the supermarket. It doesn’t bother much with logic either, but that's what I'm used to with giallo films, even the king of the genre Dario Argento could tell a story in that regard. But at least he could conjure up nice visual compositions and his murders were stylish, whereas here there is nothing visually sexy and the murders are lackluster. Only Edwige Fenech, one of the biggest stars of Italian cinema in the first half of the 1970s, adds a punch of some class, and it's a pleasure to see George Hilton reunited with her after a year. That's what I call an ideal couple. Especially for Fenech, her nipples, which she is not afraid to display here, and the witty pair of investigators, I give a weak 3 stabs with a scalpel. (08/06/2024)

The Italian film The Case of the Bloody Iris is a very enjoyable giallo that is not as mysterious as the filmmakers would have liked, but you still end up sticking it out until the end to see who the killer is revealed to be. Eventually, the killer is indeed revealed. And the camera revolves around the beautiful main character the whole time. Edwige is very nice to look at. She manages to carry the film brilliantly on her own. (12/17/2018)