"While Plumage may not demand active spectatorship, the two-killer theory of Tenebre and Stendhal Syndrome makes its first appearance in an Argento film." - Ed Gonzalez
Bears many of the telling traits of Argento's stylistic approach to filmmaking, though the imagery and compositions on show here lack, say, the visual panache and technical depth of his better work (Suspiria, Tenebre, Opera). After the fact, it may be Argento's most fiercely Hitchcockian work, at times seeming to anticipate Brian De Palma's great 1980 movie Dressed to Kill.
More sedate than his later work. This film is exceptionally well paced - and unusually for Argento actually makes sense. A lot of what you see will be replicated and occasionally improved upon in his later films - such as a great score (this time provided by the legendary Ennio Morricone) colourful cinematography - and of course MURDER HANDS.
Early giallo from Dario Argento about an American writer in Rome who witnesses a brutal knife attack on a young woman in the midst of a local string of slashing murders. Initially a suspect, he becomes obsessed with discovering the identity of the killer, which puts both him and his wife in great danger. Argento's visual style is a little muted, but Morricone's score is wonderful at creating tension and mood.
I'm being a bit harsh here but I must say that I've never liked a single film by Argento. His movies often lack any interesting characters and his plots are so boring and generic that it becomes difficult to remain interested despite his unique visual style. Frankly, Crystal Plumage felt no different or better.
another early argento movie that fails in every way possible i find it hard to believe that the near collective approval for this movie is not a joke, because this movie sure produced a horrific laugh from me. the kind of laugh that only comes out when something is so terrifyingly bad that you have nothing else to do.
The suspense builds very nicely and there is actually a coherent story. This sounds all well and good, but I think I've come to enjoy the craziness of Argento and this just doesn't have it.
I can't remember what prompted me to put this one in my queue, but as the opening credits rolled I saw two names that got me excited: Storaro and Morricone. And the two masters did not disappoint. It's not The Conformist, but it does look beautiful and there's some wonderful camerawork. Morricone's score is appropriately creepy and eccentric. And the film is first-rate giallo: a stylish, compelling mystery that doles out twists and information at just the right pace. I really enjoyed it.
Horrormeister Argento establishes his durable and elegant pattern in his first feature: a witness to a crime knows more than he knows he knows. How and when will his subconscious cough it up? More of an atmosphere, more of an air of mystery, less of a blood bath, than in later Argentos. One terrifically nightmarish episode of a distressed damsel cowering behind a locked door through which an anonymous knife-wielder is methodically carving a hole.
Exceptional soundtrack, color palette that sets the tone for movies to come, scenes that seems to be impossible to scratch out of the head, and most importantly - suspense worthy of Hitchcock. Very bold and still fresh after all these years.