If vice is a locked room, what is in Olivero’s head?
The American-style slasher – at its roots – is a wholesome affair. The protagonist is Laurie Strode-type, an honest, innocent individual undeserving of what fate has in store. The antagonist is a half-known and often unnamed hurricane of chaos; a Michael or a Jason. Or a Freddy.
European films take a different approach. With this film, we begin with an examination of the evil fellow. His name is also European. It’s Olivero Rouvigny, a sophisticated and still-handsome writer who resides in a rambling villa with his gorgeous spouse, Irina. Olivero is a pig. He’s a drunk. He throws parties for hippies in order to humiliate his wife in public. He’s detestable. And he’s the character we follow. He’s no Laurie Strode.
Given his detestable personality, he’s the obvious suspect when a girl is stabbed. Olivero is always engaging in extra-marital affairs and although Irina provides him with an alibi, he’s probably the culprit. Even the police are less than convinced of his innocence. But the film withholds confirmation of this suspicion.
Then – a second murder. This one occurs inside the villa. The immigrant maid, Brenda, with whom Olivero has also been dallying – is killed. Olivero (in typical fashion) convinces his wife to cover for him a second time. They jointly bury the maid’s corpse in the wine cellar and concoct a cover story for her sudden departure.
Things get upended when there’s a third murder in a nearby house of ill repute. The assailant is caught and killed – and it’s not Olivero after all. He has an alibi. (The film is loosely, loosely based on Edgar Allen Poe’s short story, The Black Cat.)
In the meantime, a third main character has entered the narrative. Olivero’s vibrant niece, Floriana, arrives, flirting with Olivero while initiating a physical intimacy with Irina. It’s a love triangle (or is it a quadrangle?) We also have an unsolved murder to contend with. If Olivero didn’t killer Brenda, who did? Was it Irina? Or …