RensDad666’s review published on Letterboxd:
Boy oh boy, was it time to kick off my Giallo era. As a prototypical slasher fan, getting into more of the history of its formation has been high on my “movie school” to-do list for a while now. And with one of Hooptober’s criteria being to watch a film written by Ernesto Gastaldi, Sergio Martino’s All the Colors of the Dark was a phenomenal jump-off point.
Upon All the Colors of the Dark’s opening, a substantially tracked, lingering lake-shot title-card sequence gives way to a disorientingly stylish fever dream sequence, setting the bar high for a visually stylistic picture from the jump. There are innumerable beautiful technicolor moments littered throughout Sergio Martino’s psychedelic nightmare of a film. The piercing, hypnotic blue of Ivan Rassimov’s eyes incessantly lingering in the background of Edwige Feneche’s headspace as Jane, against that candy apple red Italian giallo blood, and Christian iconography is a striking contrast that kept me glued to the screen.
While narratively not the strongest picture I’ve encountered, that’s much of the point. Most psychological thrillers are going to bend its viewer’s linear plot comprehension, and while I’ve seen it pulled off more cohesively, that air of confusion is a welcome piece of All the Colors of the Dark’s charm.
Giallo era blastoff!
🌈🔪👁️👶🏻🤷🏻♀️🩸
