With one of those typically ornate giallo titles that involves 'ladies,' animal names, sharp objects, or strange jewels comes Francisco Barilli's fragrant, even pungent PERFUME OF A LADY IN BLACK (a better and more apt title in my mind would be CRACKED MIRROR OF THE BLUE HIPPO). American ex-pat Mimsy Farmer stars as a cross between MARNIE (hallucinating her dead mom having sex with a no-good taxidermist, smiting men who'd try and sex her) and Roman Polanski in THE TENANT (living in a weird old apartment building with enough psychics, elderly sculptors, and animal totems to give anyone the willies). For audiences familiar with other conspiracy-driven ROSEMARY'S BABY-inspired psychosexual horror head trips like 1977's American (but Italian-influenced) THE SENTINEL (my review here), it's a case of dread by association as much as anything else.
One thing I notice in all these 1970s creepshows is an admirable (or lazy?) use of very long sequences of a pretty woman slowly walking, or standing still in spooky, dark, monochromatic hallways, listening to faint scraping noises in the dead of night. A cheap way to pad running time, these long stretches constitute the heart and soul of horror, the basics: vulnerability + darkness = primordial fear and in the giallo's Argento-inspired eye towards self-reflexivity, much the better to work the weird dissonant art/fear/desire feedback loop--we watch her watch and hear her hearing, but what is she hearing, and who is she, really? Hello?
With her short blonde hair giving her a spooky boyish androgyny and her Nordic resemblance to my own mother (I feel blessed with extra Oedipal dimensions), Farmer was a natural for psychosexual Freudian 'dread-of-indistinct-gender' 70s Italian horror (and sublime in Dario Argento's FOUR FLIES IN GREY VELVET -my review here). Not exactly sexy or strange exactly (her button-nose pixie-cuteness never melts all the way into either Doris Day boi's club cleanliness nor Jodie Foster baby butch grubbiness), elusive even in androgyny, we want to protect her, seduce her, fear her, and fear for her. But in the end can only watch her... as she listens.... to more... of that... infernal... scraping...
THE GIALLO CHECKLIST:
|1. Old family photos (descent into the past)|
|2. Taxidermy (necrophilia)|
|3. Winding Staircase (descent into the unconscious)|
|4. Music box (childhood trauma masked by cover memories or amnesia)|
|5. Eccentric neighbor (red herring?)|
|6. Chain lock (weak repressive mechanism)|
|7. Elderly doorman and Cat lady relating tragic news in foyer (exposition)|
|8. Abandoned building where a hidden crime occurred. (readymade set)|
|9. Blind psychic (noir fatalism)|
|10. Mimsy Farmer, or facsimile (androgynous question mark)|
And the DVD from Raro Video is gorgeous! Clearly a lot of time and effort was spent getting the colors deep and hallucinatory bold ala Argento's DEEP RED and SUSPIRIA. It's not quite as great as those films, but it's only a rung down, so when you've made the year's run through Argento and early Polanski but still can't quit that swinging modern insane blonde kick, heighten your senses with any inhalant handy and learn to enjoy one of the more opaque giallo-jewels, PERFUME OF A LADY IN BLACK!