Even by Lucio Fuici's standards, this is strange. It's both jaw droppingly lurid, dull, obtuse, exceptionally sexist and pretentious, fascinating, and even more adjectives besides. It's either a tour of Fulci's mind through a meta-film about himself being tormented by his work (and yet still revealing in gore and nudity) or a parody of himself and other horror films; either way it's difficult to forget.

While the premise of making a meta-horror film must have been fascinating in 1990, the execution of this is terrible. The older I get, the less interested I am in seeing fake bodies mutilated in the same fashion over and over and over again.

Doesn't quite fit into any sub genre of horror. Kind of like throwing crap at a wall, eventually some will stick, and if you throw enough, you have 'ART'. It's worth a watch, but not much more.

Incredible, and I use that word with full malice aforethought. Beyond that, I'm speechless.

Perhaps I needed to watch more Fulci before I saw this one, because I felt like there was some joke I was not getting. I feel like Fulci does not have the talent to pull off a meta-horror movie.

fulci gets self-reflexive! work it, fulci! work it!

What Happened To Fulci To Make This Shit

I'd sooner let an entire zoo into my brain than watch this again.