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This late-ish effort from Freda plays as a modern day (70's that is) Gothic thriller, but comes out short of thrills. Certainly it's not a dreadfully bad film, it's jut got that feeling which many of Freda's later films have of someone who has given up when he's seen the first daily's. It starts out good enough, almost giallo like in tone, then takes a turn into Gothic territories with a decent (albeit terribly cliché) set up. Then suddenly Freda seems to have lost interest in the film and all we get is prolonged shots of Camille Keaton and burning candles. Then circa an hour into the film we get some sort of violent climax with decent-to-poor special effects. This is followed by a slow paced outro with a very obvious twist ending (If it's even intended to be a twist?). And throw a few very halfhearted explanatory scenes along the way and you got Tragic Ceremony. Thus in parts it's got its qualities. But then suddenly stumbles and collapses in front of you. A pity.

btw stay away from the SHAROMA DVD, a useless murky pan& scan edition which kills of what could be a good visual experience.

This somehow odd film from Italian Cult Gothic Horror director Freda ("L'Orribile Segreto del Dr. Hichcock") is almost unknown and extremely difficult to find nowadays.

Made a year after his rough Giallo "L'Iguana Dalla Lingua di Fuoco" (see also my comment on that), the title suggests yet another Giallo (it means "Taken From the Secret Police Files of a European Capital" and fits perfectly into typical over long and wonderful Giallo titles like "Il Tuo Vizio e una Stanza Chiusa e Solo Io ne ho la Chiave" of the same year). But, in fact, this film is not a Giallo at all - but a Gothic horror story about a cursed pearl necklace and a strange Satan's Cult which gets confronted by a hippie quartet on a day out. The story sounds unique, and the film is it, too.

Made on a very low budget, Freda made more than the best out of it and created a strange movie with all the classic Gothic elements, and also boosts a handful of astonishing gore effects that echo the rude sequences of his Giallo a year before.

The cast is lead by Camille Keaton of "I Spit on Your Grave" fame, while Luigi Pistilli ("Reazione a Catena") delivers another neat performance as the leader of the strange Cult. The soundtrack is composed by Stelvio Cipriani and is cool as usual. A film worth looking for despite its rarity.

I recently watched the Italian film 🇮🇹 Tragic Ceremony (1972) on Tubi. The story follows a group of privileged friends returning from a yacht trip, only to discover their cars are out of gas. Seeking shelter for the night, they find a remote mansion-unaware that they might not make it until morning...

Directed by Riccardo Freda (Witch's Curse), the film stars Camille Keaton (I Spit on Your Grave), Tony Isbert (The Rift), Luigi Pistilli (The Good, the Bad and the Ugly), Luciana Paluzzi (Thunderball), and Máximo Valverde (Fresh Flesh).

This is an uneven but entertaining horror film. It has an engaging premise, beautiful leading ladies, a classic horror setup, and solid atmospheric settings. The horror makeup is wild but fun, featuring a memorable throat slash and some gruesome corpses. The last 15 minutes are especially strong, delivering a solid reveal and conclusion. My biggest complaint is that the background music doesn't always match the scenes, but it's a minor issue.

In conclusion, Tragic Ceremony is neither great nor essential, but it has enough to offer for the right audience. I'd rate it 5.5-6/10 and recommend it with the appropriate expectations.

Tragic Ceremony is certainly tragic. This 70s attempt at Satanic horror is lazy and meandering, in a bad way. A wealthy man, a pretty young woman who at first appears to be his date, and two hired men are sailing on a beautiful day. When they set up camp on the beach, it becomes obvious that the three men are actually all friends and that the lady is with one of the poorer fellows. Fair enough.

Even audio in Italian couldn't save this film. The lead actress has a terrible face, she always looks like she's upset, defiant, or pouting. She never reacts normally to any circumstance - being quietly rude to her hostess at the mansion, then switching to unnaturally calm after she's almost sacrificed to the devil.

But wait! That's only the middle of the movie!

The group tries to run away from the Satanists to find shelter, only to be kicked out by the rich guy's mom. When they flee to his father's cabin instead, the aforementioned rich guy suddenly appears dead in an antique armoire, and the immediate cause can only be that he's covered in green paint. Yikes.

A free-spirited quartet of young hippie-types (Jane (Camille Keaton), Joe (Maximo Valverde), Bill (Tony Isbert), and Fred (Giovanni Petrucci)) are on a pleasure trip when their terminally unreliable vehicle becomes virtually unusable on a stormy night. They take refuge in the villa owned by the Alexanders (Luigi Pistilli, Luciana Paluzzi), who have a sinister agenda planned for the night. When our protagonists interfere, they are subject to more terror than they can handle.

Rather slow to start, and awfully talky at times, "Tragic Ceremony" is a standard tale in some ways (complete with the use of the "old dark house" and "stormy night" tropes), and delivers no big surprises, but it walks an interesting line between suspense and spectacle. The four main characters are set up as basically engaging people who are easy enough to watch, and the supporting cast is strong. (The great Paul Muller turns up at the very end as a doctor whose job is to provide a final bit of exposition.) Keaton, the memorable star of the infamous exploitation-revenge-thriller "I Spit on Your Grave", is a compelling, striking beauty from whom you can't take your eyes. The music (by the talented Stelvio Cipriani) is good, as well as the location shooting. But what really makes sitting through this somewhat obscure Italian genre flick worth it is the massacre that occurs at approximately the midway point. You can tell that the filmmakers were pleased with their "sword cutting into a guy's head" effect (the FX were by Carlo Rambaldi): we see it a total of five times before the film is over!

Director Riccardo Freda apparently resented the job of guiding this particular film, but the results on screen are still pretty effective. At least it doesn't play out in a *completely* predictable way; the films' second half makes it worth sitting through the first half.

Six out of 10.