Review: Scarlet Diva

Not unlike the New York of Ferrara’s many films, Asia’s very tangible world is one that seemingly welcomes self-destruction.

Review: Inferno

Dario Argento undervalues his material, but his set pieces are glorious enough that the film’s plot contrivances can be forgiven.

Review: Tenebre

The success of Dario Argento’s masterpiece depends on the spectator’s appreciation for its rigid self-reflexivity.

Review: Deep Red

Its secrets unravel via a series of carefully calibrated compositions that become not unlike virtual gateways into Freudian pasts.