The final Italian mind bender this week is Suspiria, the crown jewel of Dario Argento‘s giallo crown, according to critics and film scholars. It’s not my favorite — I like Goblin’s score for Profundo Rosso a lot more, and Cat O’ Nine Tails far outstrips Suspiria in terms of plot twists and insane kills. However, Suspiria is the big giant to slay — and, perhaps not coincidentally, the one Argento film I have with a good transfer and subtitles.
The plot is surprisingly straightforward: a bunch of weird things happen at a ballet school, we find out it was ran by a coven of witches, they all die. Now, actually motive and intent are entirely absent, and the deaths of all these people go unexplained, but you know what was going on, if not why, and that’s better than usual for most giallo.