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"The Man with the Icy Eyes" continuously balances back and forth between being a giallo and a poliziotesschi, but in fact it's neither. Sure, there's a mysterious killer wandering around, but he/she doesn't target hot fashion models, uses sharp razor blades or wear black gloves. Actually, he/she doesn't even do much killing in general. So, definitely not a traditional giallo. And sure, there's one person (although a journalist instead of a police commissioner) investigating a corrupt and treacherous conspiracy, but there aren't any virulent car chases, violent shootouts or Maurizio Merlis with moustaches. So, not exactly a poliziotesschi.

Even though I'm a pretty big fan of director Alberto De Martino ("Strange Shadows in an Empty Room", "Holocaust 2000", ...), "The Man with the Icy Eyes" is admittedly a rather boring thriller. The plot is fairly original, though, but there simply isn't enough action, intrigue or surprise. When a congressman is killed in front of his house, the police quickly arrests a suspect, also due to the private investigations of an enthusiast journalist and the testimony of a stripper. The journalist (Antonio Sabato) begins to doubt the story of the ravishing stripper (Barbara Bouchet) and seeks to uncover the real truth, but the wrongfully accused man is already being prepared for the electric chair.

The film is extremely slow-paced and low on action, but then something peculiar happens. Our journalist is also stalked by a sort of clairvoyant medium who keep telling him that he's about to die by midnight, along with two others. When he realizes there's only an hour left, suddenly A LOT happens. In supposedly sixty minutes, there are accidents, murders, deceit and a massive amount of driving up and down the city. Seriously, it's impossible to fit all these activities in one hour. The best thing about "The Man with the Icy Eyes", for me at least, is the presence of the wondrously underrated Victor Buono... And the nakedness of Barbara Bouchet, of course.

Another well made, but snail paced film from Alberto De Martino, a quasi-giallo set in Albuquerque, New Mexico, which lends a surreal Breaking Bad vibe to the proceedings.

A senator is gunned down outside of his house and a man who claims he was tricked into being there is arrested and charged with his murder. Antonio Sabato is the hot shot reporter who thinks that something down quite sound right about the whole deal, and sets out to prove the man innocent, only to end up getting the guy sent down and marked for execution! Whoops! Better try harder, Antonio! Hindering or helping Antonio is his boss Keenan Wynn, a friend of the senator, and Barbara Bouchet, who claims to have witnessed a man with icy eyes talking to the accused. Antonio thinks she's full of crap, but then he starts to receive contact from the guy with the icy eyes, things get very serious.

Indeed, so serious that director De Martino must have thought that things weren't stupid enough (I'm sure he was happy things were dull enough though), so he added in the semi-supernatural plot twist of the astrologer who predicts Antonio will die just before midnight on the same day that guy in jail will get gassed. Then this guy proceeds to be everywhere Antonio is, just to remind him over and over and over again! Then there's the insurance salesman who is oblivious to the car chases and threats to Antonio while continually trying to sell him life insurance. Oh, and the bit where Antonio thinks he's survived to midnight until someone reminds him that it's Daylight Savings Time and the clocks have gone back one hour! That last hour where Antonio drives around trying to solve the case it most hilarious of all, because he zips around about forty locations, has a fight, slaps Barbara Bouchet around, drives all around town and makes it outside of the prison for the end of the film, all within one hour. Amazing.

This is yet another boring film with just the odd bit of interest from De Martino. Somehow this guy went on to work with a lot of A-list American actors. Go figure.

From the way this film started and from its title, I felt maybe we were in giallo territory but as this develops it becomes a much more routine thriller. Albeit and interesting, involving and largely successful one complete with suspenseful ending (just a little over done as we count the minutes to midnight!) and gas chamber scene. Set in Albuquerque, New Mexico, we see various real locations so this may have been real too, it certainly looked it. Adriano Bolzoni is not very convincing as the harried reporter running round trying to sort things out but I guess he looks good. As, of course does the majestic Barbara Bouchet, who acts her socks off (and everything else) and makes the very most of a modest part. I suppose the storyline is a bit weak and there aren't too many thrills and spills but it kept me happy. Partly, I think, because the supporting cast are good and varied, there is some humour, the thing keeps moving forward, it is well shot and it is also much helped by a jaunty soundtrack.

The Man With Icy Eyes is one of the rarest Giallo's out there, and to be honest I'm not really surprised that it hasn't cemented itself a more profound place in Giallo history. The film is undoubtedly very well made and features a strong plot; but unfortunately Alberto De Martino's film is not particularly exciting at any point and the lack of gory murders that made other genre films such highlights makes the film's chances of becoming a genre favourite slimmer still. I would say that the film is something of a cross-over between the Giallo and Polizi genres, with a lot of the focus being on an investigation carried out by the lead character. The film begins with the assassination of an Arizona state senator. Ambitious journalist Eddie Mills (an Italian immigrant) is assigned to report on the case and he promptly begins investigating the crime. His investigation leads him to a stripper who seems to know more than she is letting on. The police later arrest a man they describe as having 'icy eyes', but Eddie believes he may not be the real killer.

The film is fairly well placed; although it does have a tendency to get confusing, and this is at least partly caused by the lack of excitement which can make concentrating on the film difficult. The mystery itself is not particularly interesting either, and I found myself not particularly caring who the murderer is on more than one occasion. I have to admit that the copy I saw was not of the best quality, so I couldn't fully appreciate the director's capturing of the locations; but most of it looked pretty desolate and the film doesn't feature the captivating colour scheme shown in many of the best Giallo's. Antonio Sabato takes the lead role and it decent in it, and he gets good support from the sexy Barbara Bouchet; whose role was too small for my liking. There's not a great deal of distraction from the central plot; only a 'supernatural' side plot that doesn't go anywhere. Overall, I have to admit that I found this film to be rather dull. There's nothing outstanding about it, and I'd only recommend it to real hardcore collectors.

Well, I was disapointed by this Italian thriller made in America. I thought it was some kind of a giallo in the US, but it remains an acceptable detective - even if the hero is a journalist - topic, a guy trying to prove that a man is not guity of the crime he is accused of. The most terrific, exciting scheme in the world for me, at the same scale as the sexual life of the pure water turtle.... Boring to death. But I finally made it, I don't know how. I should be decorated. But it was my fault, my expectations were far too high. I will be more careful in the future with y choices. Alberto De Martino was more interesting in crime, actioncrime poliziottesco features.