La sorcière amoureuse

'The Witch' - also known as 'The Witch in Love' (a literal translation of the original Italian title 'La strega in amore'), this psychological horror thriller involves a heartless philanderer who agrees to work in the private library of a mysterious old woman who has been following him around. The first eight minutes of the film are very well done with the protagonist, played by Richard Johnson, constantly commenting on how he can see her watching him, and yet she is always shot at extreme distance, nearly invisible to the point that we wonder whether it is all in his mind. Things only get more interesting as Johnson is invited to her abode where the camera creepily tracks around the old, near dilapidated building, and then suddenly an alluring girl claiming to be the old woman's daughter arrives and everything becomes even more uncanny. Promising as all this might sound, the film gives away a little too much too early on. The title certainly doesn't help ('Strange Obsession', another alias that the film is known by, leaves open more ambiguity) but title aside, it is fairly obvious from early on that something supernatural is up and that the two women are not really mother and daughter. As a result, the film has some pacing issues as we spend over half the movie waiting for Johnson to reach the same conclusion as us, but there are still plenty of interesting points. The seduction scenes are very well done, the aversion to sunlight is well-handled and grim ending is unpredictable in the best possible way. In short, it is flawed but encapsulating stuff from start to finish.

Not perfect but at times startling and even disturbing, this is a fine 1966 b/w film from the versatile director, Damiano Damiani, who made the very different, A Bullet For The General, the same year and later several crime films, including, How To Kill a Judge. Apparently Bunuel at one point considered making this, based upon the book by Carlos Fuentes, and he would no doubt have made it a little more sinister and a little less hysterical. Anyhow, here we have the lovely Rosanna Schiaffino, who would appear in the colourful and equally strange, Check to the Queen a couple of years later. Here she is the love/sex interest, although like her worrying elderly mistress, also takes a turn at the frighteningly weird when she becomes stressed. You will have never seen anything quite like this, despite the seeming familiar theme of possession, and should definitely check it out.

This is an absolute masterpiece of extravagant, sensuous Continental 60s art cinema, and provides an "incendiary" Gothic femme fatale to rival the Hayworths and Gardners of film noir. Nominally a horror film (which only becomes completely apparent during the last reel), it actually fits nicely into that 60s subgenre of manipulative mind games and metaphysical character duality, not unlike Losey's "The Servant" (though it's closer in execution to his elegiac "Eva"). Although it's constantly threatening to unravel under the stress of its own pretensions (as was the fate of many international art films of the time), Damiani is firmly in control as he continues to up the ante with a bacchanalia of outrageously stylish devices, visual metaphors and tactile atmospherics. Schiaffino is one of those classic beauties who seemed to fall out of Italian poplar trees at the time, Johnson is suitably arrogant in his machismo, and the exotic flute-and-bongo score is a retro dream driving the erotic game-playing. Many will find its excesses over-the-top or campy, and it's startlingly misogynist at times, but for those tuned in to the excesses of the 60s, this is a mindbending treat right up to the astonishing but fitting conclusion. (As a footnote, it's now plain that Bertolucci's "Last Tango" was not the first to play the make-love-without-touching game.) If you enjoyed this one, try to find the obscure "Death on the Four Poster", which plays with similar themes on a much more transparent, but enjoyable, level.

Both Luis Bunuel and Carlos Saura considered transferring 'Aura' of Carlos Fuentes to the screen but here it is directed by one who is not in the same league, Damiano Damiani. Here we have superb cinematography courtesy of Leonarda Barboni and an atmospheric score by Luis Bacalov, a future Oscar winner. The cast is excellent. There is Richard Johnson, very well 'dubbed', who was in great demand in the 1960's, Sarah Ferrati, Gian Maria Volonte and the divine Rosanna Schiaffino whose husband at the time, Alfredo Bini, produced. To his credit Damiani 's film is certainly a cut above others of this type where 'supernatural forces' are at work and holds ones interest with its elegance, atmosphere and literate script. It is also extremely erotic and the 'hands free' sequence one of the film's highlights! It is a wee bit long and the ending doesn't quite come off but it is still eminently watchable, especially if you are a devotee of Rosanna Schiaffino. Needless to say Fuentes was not impressed and no doubt wished Bunuel or Saura had filmed it. I implore you to avoid the version where everyone is dubbed into American.

This is a strange one. Richard Johnson (whom you might know from Martin Clunes' Doc Martin) is a lover of many women in Rome (a fanny rat, as they say). The thing is, he's getting the feeling that there's this creepy old woman following him around the place. After trying to track her down several times he responds to an ultra specific advert in a magazine looking for a librarian who exactly fits his description - you guessed it -the library is in a creepy old mansion in the middle of Rome and the old lady is seemingly the only inhabitant.

The old lady wants him to transcribe all her dead husband's writing and sort the library out and even live in the house. Richard thinks she's full of crap and is halfway out the door when the old lady's daughter Aura makes an appearance, which coincides with Richard reconsidering the job while making eyes at Aura (and she seems up for it!).

Aura's up for it only if Richard takes the job, moves in, doesn't mind all the dead cats lying about, ignores the dead husband in the casket and gets rid of the previous transcriber who appears to have gone mad. That sounds like a good idea to Richard, who seems to be thinking with his 'lower brain' as it were.

But this is also where things start getting really weird, because Aura also seems to be stringing along the other transcriber, playing mind games with Richard, and Richard's also having to put up with the old lady seemingly spying on him all the time.

Is this film sufficiently coffee table? It seems to want to be a horror and an art-house film and some sort of serious battle of the sexes type film, but the only character you can really care about is the other transcriber, Fabrizio, played by Volonte as a very broken man. Richard is too much of a jerk to like, and even gives Aura a good punching at one point. There's rather a lot of blah in this film, but Damiano does through in a lot of strange shots and images too which keeps things from bogging down to much in dialogue. Much stuff involving shadows, darkness, and a very strange interaction between Aura and the old lady too.

Don't get me wrong though, it's an okay film, but lacking in the more cerebral aspects, like boobs and gore. This is a long long way from Richard Johnson's late eighties Italian film Ratman, that's for sure!