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Giallo a Venezia (1979)
Depends what you're looking for...
First up, let me say that this movie simply fails as a giallo. While I can't claim to be an expert on the genre, I have long been an Argento fan and can honestly say that compared to Profondo Rosso or Tenebrae this is just bad. Mario Landi's film has the production values of your average Joe D'amato hack-job, with dialogue and acting to match. However, as an example of gratuitous Italian sleaze, it's pretty hard to top. This uneasy mix of kinky sex and hardcore violence is rightly proclaimed as one of the most offensive films of the Italian cycle - the closest comparison would be Fulci's The New York Ripper. So if you're looking for another stylish giallo masterpiece in the Argento vein, look elsewhere. But for lovers of Italian sleaze, this has much to offer, with Landi squeezing in as much sex as humanly possible and when the bloodletting arrives, true nastiness awaits.
The Last House on Dead End Street (1973)
The stuff of legend
It is doubtful that any movie could live up to the hype surrounding this movie, but in spite of the reputation that precedes it, it still manages to jar the viewer with it's no-holds-barred approach and the atmosphere of vindictiveness that pervades it.
Director Roger Watkins, a film student at the time, set out to make this movie as "Cuckoo Clocks Of Hell" in 1972, after which the film was all but lost until it was edited and released under it's present title in 1977. Apparently Watkins' original cut of the film was around three hours long, so thank your lucky stars it's this version that is available to viewers today. Even at 77 minutes, it's a little long as the story is undeniably thin and the acting amateurish, although Watkins own portrayal of Terry Hawkins is suitably unhinged.
This film has become legendary due to it's uncertain history and allegations that it was a genuine 'snuff' movie. All of the credits used on this film were pseudonyms; most of the technical duties on this film were handled by Watkins under a variety of different names. It was only in 2001 that Watkins came forward and admitted to making the movie. As for the 'snuff' claims, clearly they were made by people who were unfamiliar with the actual content of the film, as no snuff film in history would come with a background story about a guy getting out of prison, rounding up a cast and crew and finding financial backers to pay for the production of his movie. None of that would be necessary for a snuff film. The conceit of the movie - that the easiest way to make the footage look genuine is to kill people for real - plays like an extremely sick joke.
This has the look of an arty student film, and although the film stock used was fairly poor and some scenes are badly lit, this only enhances the menacing atmosphere of this insidious movie. With a limited budget, Watkins saves the gore for the second half of the film, but when it comes it doesn't disappoint, and a few of these scenes have become legendary. Ultimately though, it's the mean-spirited vibe that stays with you.
So strap yourself in and prepare for one mean mother of a movie that nearly lives up to the hype, and while you're there, try to imagine how someone in his right mind could pad this out to three hours! Any way you look at it, if you are at all interested in gore films, this one is a must-see.