Il signor Diavolo

I read the plot and I was so interesting in seeing that one. When I ended the movie I realized that it was not a Horror movie at all. It is just a Supernatural-or kind of-Mystery movie.

Again at the beginning it is very interesting but towards the hour of movie it becomes boring and boring; not knowing exactly what is happening it is not a good thing. They do not provide clues about what we are seeing.

The movie seems to be a long flashback and the investigation of the events. The end is kind of good, but that is all. If you are getting boring and want to stop watching, you must see the the very end.

This movie follows perfectly the style of other Pupi Avati's movies. It's a good gothic horror, characterized by a disturbing atmosphere pervaded by a sick and almost surreal sacredness.

In this movie, it's just the beginning part that's scary. For the rest the plot is ridiculous, the special effects are ridiculous and even the aura of the film that should be scary is ridiculous.

I watched this movie during spare time, hoping to see some "so bad it's good" stuff, knowing how terribly overrated everything shot by Avati is. In the beginning my hopes seemed to be fullfilled: terrible acting, awful scenes, didascalic photography.. however, with time the movie only gets more boring and unexplained, with some completely useless subplots like the "love story". Incredible how in 2019 a so called "maestro" can continue to get funds by italian ministry to make such awful and useless movies. Embarassing.

Superficial and discounted. Terrible acting, elementary history and meaning none. As a mysterious film there is no tension, as a horror film there is no terror. Alessandro Haber and Andrea Roncato make small cameos: Haber is fine but does not shine as usual; Roncato, compared to the protagonists, looks like an Oscar-winning actor. In a peasant context, in 1952, they still go around with oil lamps (ok), but they also have many vans and cars, even the father of the little protagonist. Completely unreal: they were very poor, at most they could afford a cart pulled by a mule. I am Italian and I know well the situation of the villages of those years, even a bicycle was considered expensive (see "Bicycle Thieves" by Vittorio De Sica, 1948). Luckily I didn't go to see it at the cinema: after 5 minutes I would have gone away cursing and asking for a refund. Garbage.