sorry for the mistakes
Simply a commissioned film for Jesus Franco, who always simply just
sticks stuff on stuff (and enjoys it) into a slasher film that is a
mess of rolling mannequin heads, fake blood, foam stones, a few tits
here and there (but not to Franco's usual level) and much more, to the
delight of the weirdest and trashiest palates. But as they say these
days? It also has its flaws.
To cut a long story certainly not the best, but not the worst
movie, especially for the early eighties, from the Spanish director who
was obviously inspired by the most famous American slashers.
Trash and weird, as we said, but every now and then something beautiful
comes along, something à la Franco, which makes this film, also
known as 'Bloody Moon' and 'Profonde Tenebre' in Italy, a must for
lovers of the good Jess.
The plot tells of Miguel, a disfigured and outcast boy who pretends to
be someone else and takes a girl to bed in disguise. When she finds
out, he kills her with a pair of scissors.
Years later, he is released from the psychiatric hospital where he was
held (the doctor who released him is Franco) and returns home with his
sister Manuela, with whom he had sexual relations in the past. They
live in a kind of estate with an old paralysed aunt, and work in a kind
of language school with a swimming pool and a cool gardener, on the
Costa del Sol.
And it is there, of course, that death upon death begins to flow. Not
only the schoolgirls, but also the old woman, a child and a snake,
which, given the film's budget, must have been real.
The pretext turns out to be absurd and does not justify the bloodshed. Last but not least, the ending holds a surprise.
The familiar face of the film: Olivia Pascal, who has moved on from genre films to more mainstream work.