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Goddamn it! Why can’t you watch where you’re going? Sorry, I was thinking of Boston. The bar only streaked it. It’ll rub off in a second. You women should stay at home where you belong. You’re a menace to the public!
Fulci-fest continues!! The psychology professor is a pompous prick. He refers to himself as a genius, requests a fee for his aid, and accuses the officer of forming a false picture in his mind of what the professor would look and be like, then…
What is all this about the dead coming back to life again and having to be killed a second time? I mean, what the hell’s going on here? You ever heard of voodoo? Voodoo? Doctor, you got to be joking. That’s kids stuff. I mean, voodoo is just plain superstitious horseshit. Basically, it’s a mixture of two religions. One, Catholicism, brought here by the Spanish Conquistadores. And two, African tribal rites that were brought here by the slave trade. Well, whatever it is, it makes the dead…
This begins with a common Giallo trope; it opens with a the aftermath of a gruesome and unsettling murder scene. We don’t know why the victim is killed or by who. Then as the film progresses, the audience is given more and more context as the mysterious murder is slowly explained. Argento’s Deep Red began in a similar fashion.
In the Folds of the Flesh does meet the Giallo quota by almost every metric!
-J&B Scotch sighting✅ -scenes of gratuitous female nudity✅ -brutal…
I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to worry you. Everything’s fine. How was your breakfast? It was good. Did you get the pancakes? The blueberry pancakes? No. They didn’t have blueberry pancakes. I had to get buttermilk. Are you sure you’re okay? Honey, since I left you, it has-this has been the single weirdest fucking day of my life. Come on, hop on. I’ll tell you all about it. Come on, get on. Gotta go, gotta go! Come on. Butch,…