Spasmo

Amid the dozens of much respected and well known giallos lies this—a thriller as confusing and as pointless as an upside down algebra cake recipe written in invisible ink.

Robert hoffman, Ivan Rassimov and Suzy Kendall struggle - as will the viewer - to make sense of it all, but fail to unlock the reason why and all concerned just end up bemused and babbling  about the last five minutes to each other till they simply expire or randomly disappear from the film entirely.

Well below par for such a fine looking Italian thriller, your only reward for watching is a few stunning beards, very creepy sex dolls, a bad line-up of twitchy suspects and a few watery killings, which explain little, but do go a ways to accompany the lush Ennio Morricone score. Prim, inviting locations and nice set-pieces that are all bogged down in the imbecilic ramblings of Pino Boller’s script - a wandering ink stain that’ll have you coughing up bloody popcorn in “what-he-say?” bewilderment.

All that aside, and in spite of the nothing, ye gotta’ love the title.