La controfigura

Very slow giallo which spreads the states of mind of the idle architect Giovanni (Jean Sorel, Il dolce corpo di Deborah from the same director), who lives at the expense of his industrial brother (Giacomo Rossi Stuart, Sette scialli di seta gialla), and fails to gladden his young wife Lucia (Ewa Aulin, Col cuore in gola), whom he prefers deceiving with his glamour mother-in-law (Lucia Bosè, Le Testament d'Orphée). Pushed by his jealousy towards a charming and hippie American reader of Mao and Malcolm X (Sergio Doria, L'Iguana dalla lingua di fuoco), who happens to be gay, and furthermore stuck in a revolted mood which only turns into plain conformism, Giovanni commits himself in a spiral of self-destruction.

But let's begin by the end as does the movie: Giovanni is shot to death in an underground parking by a bearded killer (Antonio Pierfederici, La maschera del demonio), and in the very next scene he is naked and happy with is wife on a North African beach. For the whole film is made of flashback episodes revealing step by step the way which has lead to his murder. If the plot thus constantly looks backward to paint the events, so seems to do the film itself built as an old fashioned first timer psychological giallo, while the style has frankly already gone towards other directions. Whilst the whole cast seems to enjoy their quite everlasting holidays under the sun, the hero can conclude disenchanted: «In that case it was all done for nothing».

First I must confess that I'm not a big fan of gialli. I've seen enough of them to know that they almost invariably play gleefully on the audience's prurient and senselessly violent impulses, and, to boot, a good percentage of them are inept in the filmmaking department. There usually isn't much of interest for someone looking for quality cinema. THE DOUBLE is one of the exceptions.

The film shares its flashback structure with Claude Sautet's poignant French drama LE CHOSES DE LA VIE. In addition, "The Double" would be a very fitting companion piece to Aldo Lado's MALASTRANA, a giallo which it closely resembles, and which also stars Jean Sorel.

Frank (Sorel) is an indolent playboy living off proceeds from his father's business. As the film begins, Frank drives his Citroen into a Rome parking garage and is shot by a mysterious bearded man. The remainder of the story is a series of flashbacks, as the dying Frank recollects how he arrived at his present circumstance: Frank was married to the lovely but dimwitted Lucia(Ewa Aulin), but secretly pined after her mirror-image, more sophisticated mother Nora(Lucia Bose). When Nora became involved with an American drifter, Eddie(Sergio Doria), Frank was green with envy. Things spiral out of control....but not as one would expect. By the climax, the moral comes into focus: Keeping one's passions unchecked can lead to ruin. Not exactly a new notion, but it's intriguingly explored here.

"The Double" is not without its flaws. The (customarily, for an Italian film) incongruous folk music and the anything-goes attitude towards sex and lounging about are badly dated; early sections of the film are languorous and convoluted; the final scene is not quite clear, at least in the version I saw. I would love to see a subtitled incarnation of the film, as dubbing is oft disconcerting and poorly recorded.

Director Romolo Guerrieri is the real star of the proceedings. His commanding style and aplomb with the intercutting is impressive. There are countless striking visual flourishes throughout.

Poor Jean Sorel. He heads down to an underground car park to innocently park his car and some mysterious guy shoots him. As he hits the ground, instead of his life flashing before his eyes, an entire giallo film does instead, and not just the flashbacks of stuff that actually happened – this flashback contains his fantasies too!

You see Jean is a young(ish) businessman working for his father in Morocco, although mooching off him while his brother (Giacomo Rossi- Stuart) does all the hard work might be a better description. When we first meet Jean he's frolicking around the beach with his new wife Lucia (including some underwater noodling – that's one detailed flashback!). Lucia seems to be interested in a local hippy type who's wandering around the beach, which Jean isn't too happy with. He also keeps hallucinating that he's with another lady, which confused the hell out of me at first.

This other lady is Lucia's mum, and although Jean gets jealous of Lucia talking to the hippy (Eddie, his name is), he doesn't mind trying it on with her mum or becoming completely obsessed by her, and it doesn't help that she's hooked up with Eddie. This leads to Jean fantasising about shooting Eddie in the face with a rifle, which is a strange thing to have a flashback about.

Things jump between Rome and Morocco while Jean flirts with Lucia's mum, argues with Lucia, discusses the 'hippy movement' on a yacht and such like. It's all kind of trippy and disjointed and although it's quite different from your usual giallo madness, there's not enough of the usual giallo madness here. Although the ending was pretty daft.

Jean Sorel seems to have moved away from the Giallo genre following this and Short Night of the Glass Dolls – he was quite good though.

I saw this under the title Love Inferno about five months ago. It begins with a man, Giovanni, being shot in a parking garage. What did he do to deserve this fate? The film flashes back to show how things went wrong for this playboy. While on honeymoon in Africa, Giovanni meets the sexy mother of his (attractive) wife. Since the mother is played by Lucia Bose, I can understand the guy's predicament. The mother-in-law is, needless to say, appalled by the advances of her daughter's new husband and instead takes up with a young hippie type. Jealousy and frustration follow. I was certain where the film was going but turned out to be only partially right. Ewa Aulin, certainly no wallflower either, plays the wife. After only five months, I'm having a hard time remembering much about the film. It was okay but don't expect an erotic thriller - the film is lacking on both counts.

This is all most enjoyable if insubstantial. It looks good and sounds good throughout. Jean Sorel effective, as ever, without seeming to put himself too far out. Just a raised eyebrow is often all he needs to do to convey to us his thinking. Bit bewildering at times with much flashing back and forth but the two ladies help, both Lucie Bose and Ewa Aulin as mother and daughter are easy on the eye, in and out of their clothes. Many films of this time had prolonged sequences somewhere in them where half naked lovers ran along a beach or galloped horses in the surf or ran into sunlight through cornfields but this film, at times, seems to consist of just those dreamy (but insignificant) moments.