Amour et mort dans le jardin des dieux

Sauro Scavolini directed and wrote that original murder story with inventive flashbacks with a terrific ending, and it was shot in 1972 the great year for italian murder movies. Scavolini was mainly a screenwriter (3 giallos for Sergio Martino). It's his first movie for cinema, he did 3 tv movies and another for cinema, they do not seem available, what a pity when you see the casting. This story is maybe slow but it gets more and more tense and it gets incredibly gripping in the last part, unforgettable. Thanks to the courageous french editor who released it.

Nice style but boring structure.

The director, Romano Scavolini, has a nice style. The are a number of inspiring shots. The use of color, lighting, and cinematography are all above-average. The acting is good across the board. Peter Lee Lawrence stood out to me as being particularly good.

However, the script and the structure of the story held this one back. It's a story within a story told with multiple flashbacks and shifting in and out of narration with too much exposition. This robs it of a lot of suspense. Plus, it takes like an hour for any murder to happen so it's not much in the way of a thriller or giallo. This had potential, and a better script would have made a big difference.

This wonderfully atmospheric, teasingly twisted psychodrama from talented director, Sauro Scavolini is a brooding, elegiac tale of emotional violence, starring two of the most luminescent Euro-starlets, that deliciously intoxicating redhead, Erika Blanc, and the voluptuous, Orchidea 'Devil in The Brain' De Santis! Masterfully exotic cinema that reminded me of the equally skewed neo-Gothic piece 'Anima Persa', whereby an octogenarian professor hires an ostensibly deserted, dilapidated mansion to further his study of rare bird call, and soon discovers, in true-blue, kooky Gialli-style, a stone-cold, hyper-sexualized, obsidian dark tale of incest, infidelity and escalating madness! There is a decidedly decadent whiff of Hitchcockian diabolism about this deadly tale of twisted desire and dreadful deceit; and it is rendered with considerably more moral restraint than cinematic rabble-rouser Umberto Lenzi! I happily discovered that maestro, Suaro Scavolini also wrote 'The Case of The Scorpions Tale', 'Your vice is a locked room, and only I have the key' and 'All the colours of the Dark' - so his pristine Giallo genius credentials are somewhat unimpeachable! The darkly fascinating Giallo, 'Love & Death in The Garden of the Gods' is most certainly worthy of rediscovery, especially in its handsomely restored Blu-ray edition.

So typically early seventies that when the cropped crochet top appears it is almost as if it is a joke. Many and varied fashions of the time aside this is a languorous film, again very much of the period, with much very pretty photography and much talking. Much talking about brother and sister and husband and brother and sister once more. Yes, of course, incest is more than hinted at and the fleshy scenes, incestuous and other are again beautifully photographed. Its just that it is apparent very early on that this is really not going anywhere and slowly at that. Erika Blanc is as good as ever and truly has to carry most of this film because she is simply the most interesting thing about it. The young male lead, Peter Lee Lawrence, I understand played in a lot of spaghetti westerns so I just trust that he made more effort in them as he seems not to in this. Maybe he just found the ponderous dialogue too much to bother with. For all my harsh words, the look and Erika mean you can't dislike the thing and at least it doesn't outstay its welcome.

Another Giallo that takes the unusual approach of having two simultaneous storylines taking place: One in the present, involving an old professor who rents an abandoned villa from a shifty administrator to take some field recordings like the Hafler Trio and ends up finding some crumpled cassette tape hidden underneath a tree. It's on these tapes that the other story unfolds: that of Erika Blanc in psychotherapy sessions with her doctor regarding why she decided to attempt suicide (a scene we see at the start of the film).

Erika once lived in the huge villa the professor now finds himself in and has a bit of a strange set up going on. She lives with her drunken husband but also seems to continually be playing mind games with her friend Manfredi, including teasing him on her wedding day, rejecting him, slapping him around, and throwing in the odd snog for good measure. It's only later she reveals that Manfredi is her brother! Incest, eh?

Yes - it's one of those "In the Folds Of The Flesh" type films that seem sick to us outsiders but are very common to those rich folks who can afford giant villas in Italy. Be warned, although this film does eventually fit into the giallo mould, it also has leaning towards to the artful too, which means a lot of symbolism, characters looking moody, and staring.

That said, it's still a giallo, as we don't get the full story from the cassettes and the old man suddenly finds himself listening to a cassette made by a past character while he was out in town! The last half an hour is where this film gets going, with a sudden outburst of bloody violence and a grim ending we've all come to expect at this point. You've got to be in the mood for a film of this pace, however, but luckily, I was. The beautiful (once again!) giallo cinematography certainly helps.

Peter Lee Lawrence stands out here as Manfredi. Up until this I thought he was just some kind of Germanic bland spaghetti western actor, but there you go.