El asesino está entre los trece

I recently watched the Spanish giallo film The Killer is One of Thirteen (1973) on Tubi. The story revolves around a widow whose husband recently died in what's believed to be an accident. She invites 13 guests to her home and informs them that she knows one of them is the killer. Shortly after their arrival, they begin dying one by one. Was the widow right, and one of the guests is the killer, or could the widow be the killer herself?

Directed by Javier Aguirre (Count Dracula's Great Love) and starring Patty Shepard (Rest in Pieces), Simón Andreu (Die Another Day), Trini Alonso (Do It with the Pamango) and José María Prada (The Hunt).

The storyline and setup for this movie reminded me of the film "Clue" and contain the classic "whodunit" elements that were popular during this era. The movie has a slow build-up as it initially establishes the circumstances and characters, but once it gets going, it really gets going. It includes classic giallo first-person shots where you see the scene through the eyes of the killer. The killer also uses a different weapon for each kill scene. There are worthwhile strangulation and stab scenes that are particularly well done. The background music used to announce the killers had me cracking up throughout the film. The killer reveal at the end is worth the wait.

In conclusion, The Killer is One of Thirteen is another worthwhile addition to the giallo genre from Spain. I would score this a 6.5-7/10 and recommend seeing it once.

Straight from the gate you have to deduct 6 stars for these Butt Ugly Monstrosities that appear in these Giallo movies. I don't see how these women stomach the sex scenes with this inept group of men. They range from the typical two bagger, to you got to be kidding me!!! Ugly and couldn't get laid if they were the last man on the planet with a world full of horny women.

No need for a script when you have these make-up free uglies running amok on the screen. So throw reality out the window when viewing this hot mess. Or better yet, do yourself a big favor and give this one a pass. A more than generous 3 out of 1,000 stars on this.

This Spanish giallo from the mid-1970s still harbors many of the delights of early 70s such as fantastic goldenrod curtains and elaborate, ornate dining rooms filled with antiques but every version I have seen on streaming has the worst subtitles, they move so quickly it's distracting - this may be a flaw in the writing of an international thriller to make it so terribly wordy, but come on I think we can do better than this. And I am a fast reader.

Like its predecessor, The Killer is One of Thirteen is filled with so many twists and red herrings that it's impossible to even guess who the killer is, in true Christie fashion. However, the grand finale is a huge punch line in and of itself.

Just great couldn't have enjoyed this more perfect movie!

Look, I've seen over 200 gialli, so I'm used to plot holes and lapses in logic, but whoever wrote this one really dropped the meat in the dirt. I've seen some people comparing 'The Killer is One of Thirteen' to Agatha Christie's 'Ten Little Indians', and let's just put a knife in that right here. Other than people showing up to a house and dying, the two aren't even in the same universe.

In short, the story is about a wealthy woman who invites a bunch of friends (?, more like acquaintances) to her home after her husband recently died in a plane crash. She then accuses them one by one of having a possible reason to want her husband dead. Eventually, the killer strikes again.

First of all, it would have been wise to limit the characters so we could follow who's who. There's a reason it's 'TEN Little Indians', 'The Killer Reserved NINE Seats' and 'SIX Women for the Killer'-so we have time to process who the characters are and get to know them.

The reality is, we might have had a shot at understanding the characters and their motivations if the screenwriter didn't distract us with sneaky affairs and dumb romance subplots that contribute zero to the plot or character development.

It's a shame, because the cast is decent. Yeah, the soundtrack is off with some strange cartoon and game show sound effects. The wardrobe and lighting are lame. But it's really the script that sinks this Titanic mess. Despite all the backstories and attempts at red herrings, I guessed who the killer was in the first half hour.

My advice is, if you're in the mood for a good whodunnit, pull out René Clair's version of 'Ten Little Indians', 'And Then There Were None' from 1945. It's creepy and clever, holds up well and is one of my favourite films.