Il mostro di Venezia

This is not a great movie, but it's reasonably good, I think (and certainly not overlong). I saw it on Alpha's full-frame DVD, with the title The Embalmer, and dubbed in English. I understand Sinister Cinema's copy is widescreen, but I think it's also dubbed.

The cinematography is never particularly exceptional, but serviceable. The wet-suit clad killer emerging from canals, revisited in Amsterdamned (1988), is a decent idea. The jazzy musical score was enjoyable, if occasionally repetitive. The Venice locations are well used.

I didn't really understand who the killer was, and it was surprising how brutal the movie was with regard to who it was willing to kill off, while the movie lacked scenes of explicit violence.

Like the sour and salty odour of Parmesan, this film reminds you that not every Italian horror film is as serious as Il Demonio. Instead, the Embalmer embraces you like a melted Tellagio and a warm Cacio (with Pepe, of course). We have a killer who alternates between dressing up as a skull faced monk and dressing up as a scuba diving serial killer! This film takes place in Venice (hence: the killer using scuba gear to snare his victims), and although the kills are spread across the film like Bel Paese over a nice Panini, there are patches of the film where my mind was wandering, which caused a jerk reaction like that of the olfactory sensation of sniffing a particularly ripe Cambazola.

For the most part though the film is like cutting into a Calzone and seeing the contents ooze out. Loads of Mozzarella cheese, basically. From the Italian-Elvis clone bursting from a sarcophagus and singing an Italian-Elvis Clone song to the killer having a severe case of expositionitus, this film is like eating a sandwich which consists of a sharp Provolone with Parma Ham - High notes mixed with dull, Earthy plodding plot.

The milky Fontina element comes from the bad dubbing, the gratuitous touring of Venice (including a glass blowing shop!) and the bad acting. The pecorino like goodness comes from the surprisingly high body count and the fact that the killer is really the guy you though immediately was the killer.

It's kind of sweet (like Marscopone and Ricotta) that the film does try to give you some red herrings, but the film is not the best in terms of what Italian 1965 horror has to offer, kind of like Goronzola, you wouldn't pick it first if someone served you a plate of bad analogies.

This might come as a surprise, but I used to sell Italian cheese. Now I just watch it.

Following a series of abductions, a local police officer in Venice investigating the disappearances is continually stumped about the nature of the crimes, and as the abductions continue a break in the case allows him to solve the identity of the strange killer and races to stop him.

This one wasn't all that awful a giallo effort. One of the finer points of this one is the fact that there's quite a strong number of abduction sequences place throughout here. Starting off rather quickly with the opening showing off several quick abductions, this comes off really nicely with the multiple women getting targeted and kidnapped while out in the city or near the water to get the mystery going in a big start, and once the action shifts to the maniac's headquarters below the city the underground catacombs have the appropriately dark and wet atmosphere throughout here. Since there's a nice bit of work done to enhance the atmosphere of the location with the dead women who are stuck inside the glass cases forever embalmed through the gruesome ideas contained within here. The later investigation scenes in the basement of the hotel or the backstage scenes of the club manage to feature some solid suspense moments, with the abduction off the boat amongst the crowded tourists is quite an impressive sequence. The other big point here is the big action in the finale where the tense and utterly chilling stalking in the underground sewers, as well as the confrontations in the crypt where it takes on some great work with the killers' disguise and the chases throughout the tunnels, give this a fun, action- packed finale. These here give this one enough to like to hold it up over it's few minor flaws. The biggest issue with the film is the absolutely dreadful pacing here, which really ruins the film more than anything. Although the inclusion of the girls' tourist trip to the city adds bodies to the killers' list, the fact that this stops the film cold to show off the usual tourist locales of Venice are far too obviously designed to pad out the running time, brief as it is. There's no real need for this one to go to that kind of duration dealing with the type of fodder as this one does, and once it moves forward with them running around to all the tourist locations and events the film has run through too much time to get back to the action in the remaining part of the film. That really does limit the action to a few scenes here alongside the other big flaw as the film's reliance on abductions over killing does hurt as well so this one does feel tamer than what came before. Although it does look cheap and somewhat low-budget in the worst ways, these here really do bring this one down.

Today's Rating/PG: Violence.

This film could be considered either a early giallo (like "Blood and Black Lace") or an Italian version of a German krimi (like "Dead Eyes of London"). A maniac is stalking the canals of Venice. Dressed as a frogman he is snatching young girls and taking them back to his lair, an underground monastery, where he ,uh, well embalms them as a way of preserving their beauty for all eternity.

This movie obviously makes very little sense--there has got to be an easier way to procure victims than donning a scuba outfit and pulling them out of gondolas, and for some reason the character dresses up in a robe and skeleton mask like the Phantom of the Opera even when he is alone in his hideout. Still as completely improbable as this is, it makes for some great scenes with pretty girls being dragged into canals at night by the sinister frogman (an idea later borrowed for the more violent Dutch thriller "Amsterdamned"), and the exciting finale where the masked killer hides among the skeletal corpses of monks in order to surprise the female protagonist who has wandered into his lair.

The movie is unusually depraved (always a plus) for a film made in 1965 with the whole embalming idea, and it breaks any number of cinematic rules. The cops are completely useless, chalking up the disappearances to accidental drownings, so it's up to an intrepid journalist and two hilarious winos who keep seeing "a big fish with a headlight" swimming under the bridge where they drink to crack the case. The end where the journalist hero rushes to save his girlfriend from the killer has some very unusual and shocking surprises. Of course, this movie doesn't offer the nudity or violence many Italian exploitation connoisseurs might expect (and it's in black and white), but it's still a worthwhile little film.

A man in a diving suit keeps going into the same underwater passage, picking girls off the same area on the wharf, for the purpose of preserving them. A reporter gets wind of this and tries to figure out what is going on. This takes place in Venice. It is full of stock footage and ridiculously long chases. At one point the hero has to slow down so he doesn't catch the guy he's chasing. There is never an explanation why the bad guy is doing this, nor do we care what happens to anyone. It's just another one of those movies made in the sixties to be put in double features at drive in movies where no one watches anyway. The sound is bad; the acting is awful, dubbed from Italian. There are barely any laughs.