Delitto carnale

The final film from director Cesare Canevari, the man who brought us infamous Nazisploitation classick The Gestapo's Last Orgy, giallo-esque erotic murder mystery Killing of the Flesh (AKA Delitto carnale) is packed with sex and nudity, including full frontal from a bevy of Italian beauties, but somehow it still manages to be about as stimulating as filing a tax return.

It's a full fifty minutes before anyone turns up dead, the film focussing on the sexcapades of family members gathering at architectural monstrosity Hotel Gemini for the funeral of a murdered relative. Despite one of the women being convinced that the killer is amongst them, the group get smashed (on J&B whisky, of course) and fornicate with each other without a care in the world (and with zero concern for the fact that they are all related).

I don't quite understand how Canevari manages to make this extremely boring, but he does, and I was struggling to stay awake long before the dead bodies started to pile up. Not that the film gets any more interesting once they do - the deaths are few and far between, bloodless and lack the style and imagination that gialli are renowned for. As is de rigeur for the genre, the killer's identity and motive are revealed in the final act, and are as uninspired as the rest of the movie.

Other reviews here on IMDb liken the film to Play Motel and Giallo A Venezia. I don't: it's nowhere near as demented or as sleazy as those, and is a real chore to sit though. 2/10.