{"id":17216,"date":"2021-10-06T09:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-10-06T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/?p=17216"},"modified":"2024-03-02T21:14:01","modified_gmt":"2024-03-03T05:14:01","slug":"what-we-talk-about-when-we-talk-about-giallo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/what-we-talk-about-when-we-talk-about-giallo\/","title":{"rendered":"What We Talk About When We Talk About Giallo"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Over the last few years, but especially the last couple of weeks, there\u2019s been a wave<\/a> of newfound appreciation for giallo, thanks mostly to a handful of high-profile horror films regarded as modern day versions of the cultishly-beloved Italian subgenre \u2013 specifically  Luca Guadagnino\u2019s Suspiria<\/em> remake from 2018, James Wan\u2019s newly released Malignant<\/em>, and Edgar Wright\u2019s forthcoming Last Night in Soho<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

While it\u2019s always good to see people give love to older films, there\u2019s one big problem with this particular trend: none of the above-listed movies have much, if anything, to do with giallo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

First, a brief history lesson. In the early \u201830s, Italian publishing house Mondadori experienced enormous success with a series of mystery-crime thrillers called Il Giallo Mondadori.<\/em> Other publishers soon got in on the act, turning out cheaply produced, inexpensively priced paperbacks of the same kind. These novels were called \u2018giallo\u2019\u2014 \u2018yellow\u2019, in English \u2014 after the color of their covers and pages. Eventually, more extreme and grotesque elements\u2014including supernatural and gothic horror, heightened eroticism and sexual violence, and an emphasis on psychopathology\u2014were added to these titles, distinguishing theme from traditional mysteries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The literary genre eventually petered out, but starting in the \u201860\u2019s, Italian filmmakers began adapting them (prior to this, certain titles put out by Mondadori, such as their Italian-language translation of James M. Cain\u2019s The Postman Always Rings Twice<\/em>, had been brought to screen, but these were done in either traditional noir or neo-realist stylings). Combining the plots from these books with the transgressive violence and complex set pieces of Alfred Hitchcock films, the decadent aesthetics of Edgar Allen Poe and the structural ingenuity of Agatha Christie, while imbuing them with increasingly lavish set design, costumes, score and cinematography, the genre took hold in Italy and a few other countries throughout Europe (such as Germany).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mario Bava is generally considered to have made the first true giallo films, with The Girl Who Knew Too Much<\/em> (1963) and his highly influential fashion-world whodunnit Blood and Black Lace<\/em> (1964). For the next decade-plus\u2014but especially during the first half of the \u201870s\u2014nearly 100 such films were produced, with the many of the most notable coming from directors Dario Argento, Sergio Martino, Lucio Fulci, Rogero Deodato and Lamberto Bava (Mario\u2019s son). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a feedback loop of inspiration, these directors would go on to influence American filmmakers, starting with the gritty, violent and sexually-charged detective movies of the 1970s\u2014which took as much from giallo as they did its cugino<\/em> genre, the poliziotteschi (police-esque)\u2014and especially during the height of the slasher flick in the following decade (and then again during that genre\u2019s resurgence in the late \u201890s and early \u201800s). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s tempting to claim the slasher as the American equivalent to the giallo, especially since some of the earliest and most important examples feel especially in line with it\u2014Bob Clark\u2019s Black Christmas <\/em>(1974) and John Carpenter\u2019s Halloween<\/em> (1978) to be sure, but also the Carpenter-scripted, fashion world-set The Eyes of Laura Mars<\/em> (1978). But the differences are large enough that it doesn\u2019t quite work, and the main one is a question of aesthetics. You watch slasher movies for the fun\/disturbing kills and the promise of T&A. You watch giallo for the ornate design and lurid mood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(This is not to say there aren\u2019t some giallo films that run grimier and uglier\u2014see: some of Fulci\u2019s efforts, including Don\u2019t Torture a Duckling<\/em> [1972] and The New York Ripper<\/em> [1982]\u2014or that there aren\u2019t American slasher films that are legitimately beautiful\u2014see: the original Nightmare on Elm Street<\/em> and Candyman<\/em>.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man most synonymous with giallo is Dario Argento, whose films Deep Red<\/em>, The Bird with the Crystal Plumage<\/em>, The Cat o\u2019 Nine Tails<\/em>, Four Flies on Grey Velvet<\/em>, Opera<\/em> and Tenebrae<\/em> are regarded as the high water marks within the genre (his later work, including 2009\u2019s Giallo<\/em>, are\u2026 less acclaimed). There\u2019s long been an argument over whether Argento\u2019s most iconic movie, Suspiria<\/em> (1977), counts as giallo. It\u2019s easy to understand how someone with a cursory knowledge of giallo may think so\u2014its does boast many of the same stylistic flourishes and a couple nifty murder set pieces that play out according to its conventions\u2014but ultimately it\u2019s a work of full-on supernatural horror and therefore shouldn\u2019t be categorized as such (although his 1985 fantasia Phenomena<\/em> blends the two in such a way that it can count as both). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Less easy to understand is how anyone could view Guadagnino\u2019s remake of Suspiria<\/em> as giallo. That film, while not without its interesting moments, is so far removed tonally and stylistically from the genre\u2014from its grey color palette, to its intense focus on political themes and character arcs, to the draggy pacing and long runtime\u2014as to plays like its antithesis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nor does Malignant<\/em> feel much like a giallo either, outside of a (slight) mystery element and some, let\u2019s say, broad<\/em> performances. Rather, Wan\u2019s film resembles high concept slashers of the Wes Craven variety (A Nightmare on Elm Street<\/em>, Shocker<\/em>), the darkly funny body horror of Frank Henenlotter (Basket Case, Brain Damage<\/em>) and the slapstick mania of Sam Raimi (Evil Dead 2<\/em>, Darkman<\/em>).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, there\u2019s Wright\u2019s new film. For as much as the hip fashion and neon ambience promised by the promotional material suggest that Last Night in Soho<\/em> does have a bit more in common with giallo, early reviews, as well as interviews Wright has given during the film\u2019s press tour, suggest that it\u2019s more influenced by some supernatural, or at least reality-bending, psychodramas from the late \u201860s-early \u201870s, such as Roman Polanski\u2019s Repulsion<\/em> and Rosemary\u2019s Baby<\/em>, and Nicolas Roeg\u2019s Don\u2019t Look Now<\/em>. (That said, Wright\u2019s 2007 buddy-cop love letter Hot Fuzz<\/em> does actually veer into giallo territory on several occasions.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As often happens with horror, subgenres get boiled down to their most obvious tropes (see also: the spate of cosmic horror films and shows that have reduced the existential terrors of H.P. Lovecraft and co. to tentacled monsters), while the new work that repurposes these tropes earn entry into said subgenre, even if they\u2019re missing some of the most essential elements. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the case of giallo, the key elements that are missing include visually interesting cinematography\u2014an increasingly rare sight in today\u2019s current landscape, which has unfortunately embraced \u2018naturalistic\u2019 lighting, washed out color correction, shot\/reverse shot framing and editing, and, worst of all, CGI special effects\u2014as well as an unabashed embrace of not just sexuality, but sex, which is either wholly absent from most of the horror films that make waves these days, or presented in a manner that intentionally discards titillation. But there is no giallo without titillation. Giallo is one of the great perv genres, and while modern versions need not embrace the more misogynistic or reactionary attitudes found (in abundance) throughout those original films, they would need to A) feature actual sex scenes, and B) embrace fetishization.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some more recent homages do meet this criteria, although they\u2019ve flown under the radar, at least compared to the previous examples: H\u00e9l\u00e8ne Cattet and Bruno Forzani\u2019s psychedelic throwbacks Amer<\/em> (2009) and The Strange Color of Your Body\u2019s Tears<\/em> (2013); Peter Strickland\u2019s meta-psychodrama Berberian Sound Studio<\/em> (2013); and Yann Gonzalez\u2019s gay porno thriller Knife+Heart<\/em> (2018). These films not only replicate the lavish aesthetics of the genre proper; they also lean heavily into the sensationalized and transgressive sexuality and violence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The current state of film is one that rejects the things giallo is most known for\u2014intricate formalism, bold color palettes, and unabashed prurience. Until that changes, it\u2019s highly unlikely we\u2019ll see a true giallo renaissance. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which, honestly, is fine. Like the Spaghetti western or classic film noir, giallo is a movement that belongs to a specific time and place. And more importantly, it\u2019s a disreputable genre that should stay disreputable.\u00a0\"\"\/<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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