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Delitti
I don't know if it's true, but according to what they say here, uric
acid in coffee with sugar creates hydrogen cyanide and thus a poison
capable of killing. I was saying, I don't know if it's true, but it is
in fact the clearest thing about this 1987 film directed by Lenzi.
Giovanna Lenzi.
We are somewhere in the United States that looks so much like the
suburbs of an Italian city (and there is no doubt that it is) and after
an erotic feast, corpses begin to flow with the formula I mentioned at
the beginning, used by a murderer with gloves on.
Inspector Sanders (Tony Valente), the typical all-out cop with the
usual family problems but with a great desire to solve the situation,
takes charge of the investigation.
And so the American Sanders investigates among prostitutes, drug dealers and even a dwarf named Jimmy.
This happens in 'Delitti', a film inspired by the tradition of the
Italian-style giallo, of which, however, does not seem to have been
understood much. Everything is badly done, from an incomprehensible
story to a direction as embarrassing as the acting. There is a cast of
familiar faces who have already given their best, and for some unknown
reason there is even a completely unnecessary comic moment: a guy in
overcoat harasses a woman who is hiding in a telephone booth. He
reaches her. He stands in front of her and starts dancing.
Not bad either is the use of Michela Miti, whose vision mitigates the
aberrations of this work. Always beautiful, Michela produces herself in
a ridiculous striptease, then has sex, models and finally is murdered
in a manner bordering on the surreal.
Certainly one of the worst giallo of all time, a film that is difficult
to explain in words, and therefore deserves a viewing just to
understand the disaster.