La muerte llama a las 10

Not a very imaginative title for this largely Spanish take on the giallo and director, Juan Bosch does not turn out a very inspired movie. His main asset seems to be a pretty, Gillian Hills, born in Cairo but presumably of British parents. She did a fair bit including small parts in Blow Up and Clockwork Orange, presumably exploiting her looks and also the sublime, Demons of the Mind, though I don't recall how well she did in that what with the antics of Robert Hardy and Patrick Magee. Anyway, in this she is good, effortlessly batting aside stupid dialogue, idiotic assumptions and general lack of coherent plot development. Apart from the pleasure of Gillian there are the many shots, mainly night time ones, of 70s London although there is one delicious scene where we are driving out of London and find ourselves in the back streets of some Spanish village before the continuity team restore order. Its pleasant and diverting enough but not worth going out of ones way for.

Spanish Giallo's don't tend to be as good as the bona fide Italian ones, and this film supports that fact. The top of the range Spanish Giallo's include the likes of A Dragonfly for Each Corpse and Seven Murders for Scotland Yard (both starring prolific Spanish horror star Paul Naschy), but The Killer Wore Gloves is pretty much your standard Giallo fare, and was obviously made to cash on the popular style of the day. However, in its own right - The Killer Wore Gloves is not an especially bad film, though the plot isn't exactly original and it could have been carried better. The film begins with a man getting his throat slashed by an unseen assailant with a razor blade. His girlfriend, Peggy Foster, later learns of his disappearance and is drawn to an old abandoned airport, where she is shot at but manages to get away unscathed. Things take a turn for the more mysterious when the lodger she took in turns up dead - and also happens to be an impostor when the real lodger turns up!

The fact that the plot is complicated isn't a problem at all if you ask me (quite the opposite in fact) as I love a good complicated Giallo - but despite it's complexity, the plot here isn't all that interesting. This is unfortunately matched by some lacklustre cinematography, which is a real shame as this is one of the things that makes the Giallo genre as a whole stand out, but it's not capitalised on here. The acting is typically standard stuff, but Gillian Hills (who was a part of the influential 'Blow-Up') at least makes for an engaging lead. The film takes place in London, and unlike a lot of Giallo's that take place outside of their native country - this one is actually shot on location, which is nice. The plot moves steadily throughout and at just eighty five minutes, The Killer Wore Gloves doesn't really have time to get boring. It all boils down to an interesting conclusion that just about justifies the film that came before it and almost wraps everything up. Overall, I can't say that this is a must see Giallo, but it's not terrible and Giallo fans are likely to get something out of it.

The film opens with some guy getting his throat cut in an airport toilet by a mystery figure, then switches to focus on Peggy, girlfriend of Michael, a photo-journalist who has been in Vietnam for some time and isn't showing any interest in coming home. Peggy therefore lives alone in her London apartment, with the usual variety of creepy/weird neighbours/housekeepers living around her, what with this being a giallo and what not.

Peggy is an artist and just about everyone she knows is a complete areshole, from the lecherous guy whom she submits her art too (who keeps putting the moves on her), to Michael's ex-girlfriend Jackie (who is a total b**ch) to her upstairs, bass playing, cat loving neighbour upstairs (who looks like a time travelling, elderly Nick Cave). Peggy needs cash and as Michael off in the 'Nam she figures she might as well rent his apartment out, because that always works out well in this kind of film.

Her new tenant turns out to Bruno Corazzari, and he seems kind of okay as he's not putting the moves on her quite as much as any other man in her life. Then again, he's wearing creepy mirrored glasses and starts rifling around in Michael's room the moment Peggy leaves. Lo and behold, the next thing that happen is that Michael is on the phone, he's back in Blighty, and wants to meet Peggy at an abandoned hangar. Or was that bit after the bit where Corazzari takes a dive off the building, leaving a corpse with a smashed up face? I can't remember. By the way, corpses with smashed up faces aren't good news in gialli, unlike in real life.

Also, later that day, Peggy's new tenant turns up as a different guy, confusing her. What's going? What's happening? Who's that in there? This being a standard giallo, various murders start taking place, except for one character who falls in front of a subway train rather stupidly. There are many red herrings but it was easy to guess the killer. In saying that, it didn't stop me enjoying the film. You've got your usual giallo traits (boobs) and a smattering of gore (smattering not being a word you use in say, McDonalds: "I'll have a Big Mac and a smattering of chips."), and the soundtrack was nice and funky.

This is one of those films where it's hard to know what to make of the story until right at the end. The back-story is well hidden, with only occasional dialogue references to a Vietnam photojournalist named "Michael", and the visual of a mysterious black briefcase that comes into the possession of Michael's girlfriend in London. The plot takes place almost entirely in London and is focused on the girlfriend. Along the way, at least one person is murdered. A couple of characters function as red herrings. And that's about it, until the end.

There are a couple of spooky segments; one takes place in a deserted old airplane hanger, accompanied by semi-noir lighting and the shadow of someone holding a gun. The killer tools around on a motorcycle, dressed entirely in black leather. I correctly figured out the killer's identity, but I missed the motive.

The story is fairly simple and is explained quickly. But viewers expect that a high-quality giallo will have striking visuals, spine-tingling suspense, and a surprise ending. "The Killer Wore Gloves" spends so much plot time on the girlfriend, the killer and this person's movements are not accentuated, which detracts from suspense. The ending I had figured out about two-thirds of the way through.

Visuals at best are mediocre for the giallo genre. They're not bad. But the lighting could have been spookier in combination with more scenes devoted to the killer. Sound quality is muffled, especially near the beginning. Even at the end, poor sound quality covers up part of the killer's explanation. Intermittent background music is frantic and annoying. Casting is acceptable, but Gillian Hills is not a very good actress in the role of the girlfriend.

This Euro-cinema whodunit is worth a one time watch for viewers who appreciate the giallo genre. But a general audience will probably not be impressed, as production values trend somewhat low and acting quality is not especially good.

At the beginning a killing happens at an airport restroom , after that a beautiful girl called Peggy Foster : Gillian Hills residing in London city is really worried, that's why she has not heard from her sweetheart for long time, as he is a war correspondant in Vietnam. Meanwhile, she attempts to rent his loft to an alleged tenant called John Lawford who suddenly commits suicide. Then , things go wrong when at her flat appears the true tenant John Lawford : Angel Del Pozo . Subsequently, a series of mysterious murders happen in London. Along the way a Police Inspector : Manuel Gas starts investigating the bloody crimes . It is diabolical! It is daring! It is stalking, it cuts, it rips!

Spanish Giallo in medium budget packing suspense, tense, whodunit , thrills, plot twists , nudism and lots of blood and gore. A B-entertainment with a fairly suspenseful and frightening story in which a serial murderer on the loose undertaking a criminal spree by means of slitting, decapitation and other grisly executions. The tale about an ominous killer begins well and grows more and more until the twisted final including a pursuit in which we figure out the guilty. Interesting and entertaining story based on a novel by Luisa Maria Linares and script with plenty of twists and turns from Renato Izzo and Juan Bosch himself. Stars the gorgeous British girl Gillian Hills who acted in Clockwork Orange and Blow Out , she gives a mediocre, though passable acting . Being a Spain/Italy coproduction , there shows up some Spanish actors : Angel Del Pozo, Silvia Solar , Carlos Otero, Goyo Lebrero, Manuel Gas and Italian ones : Stelio Candelli, Bruno Corazazzi, Orchidea De Santis , Raf Baldassarre's cameo , among others.

It displays atmospheric cinematography by Julio Perez Rozas, though an alright remastering being really necessary . Suspenseful and funky/jazz musical score with a catching , groovy leitmotif by Marcello Giombini . Shot on location in London, Barcelona and Elios studios , Rome. The picture was professionally directed by Juan Bosch, containing some flaws, failures and gaps. Bosch was a Spanish artisan who wrote and directed films of all kinds of genres such as Spaghetti Western : "Dallas", "God in heaven Arizona on Earth", "And the crows will dig your grave" , "My horse my gun your widow", "Ciudad Maldita", "Stagecoach of the condemned", "They believed he was no Saint" . Comedy : " Mauricio mon amour" , "40 años sin sexo", "Caray con el divorcio", "Rolls para Hipolito" . Terror : " Secta Siniestra" and Giallo : "The killer with a thousand eyes", "The killer wore gloves" . Rating 5.5/10. Only for Giallo and slasher aficionados.