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The Case Of The Bloody Iris
[Blue Underground]
1972; color
Directed by Giuliano Carnimeo
Starring: Edwige Fenech, George Hilton, Annabella Incontrera, Paola Quattrini & Giampiero Albertini
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I don't know about the rest of you but I love a good Giallo; and, sometimes, a bad one. The Case Of The Bloody Iris is definitely the former by my standards but even if it were the latter I still would have watched the whole thing. What can I say, I just can't resist an early to mid-'70s Italian flick. They have the best wardrobes and the hottest chicks. (With the exception of Spanish films of the same era.) Plus this particular film stars the hottest Giallo chick of them all, Edwige Fenech. In typical fashion she plays - what else - a model, Jennifer. Although the viewer doesn't get introduced to Jennifer right away. First we get to follow a pretty blond, clad in a fantastic pinkish tweed micro mini and vest ensemble (accessorized with a red turtleneck, chunky Turquoise silver jewelry and black vinyl go-go boots) as she maneuvers her way through the busy streets of whatever city this film is set in. Once she arrives at her destination, some building, she heads for the elevators & boards the next available one, along with a group of other building visitors. As the car makes it's ascent we get shots of various riders' faces. (Because, as we've learned from Homer Simpson, you can tell a character is shifty by how quickly their eyes dart from left to right.) At one point the elevator stops, a number of passengers disembark, and a black coat clad shoulder (attached, we assume, to a man) boards. Then more shots of faces, then - insert appropriate music here - we see the black coat clad person extract from their pocket a pair of gold gloves. (Interesting twist! See, I told you this movie was stylish.) Next stop, more people get off; then more at the next. Suddenly we are left with two. Now, I'm sure you are all savvy enough to know which two passengers might remain in said car but, in order to fulfill my reviewerly duties, I will tell you it's the blond babe and the black coated, gold gloved one. And, literally, the second the last person that is not either of those two people disembark the white handkerchief hits the face and we get the immediate feeling our lovely lass will never see the light of day again. (Not as a living person anyway.) She doesn't actually die by the cloth though, I think the hankie was just a way to muffle her screams. As soon as the door closes she gets the business end of some sort of weird looking knife, twice in the tummy area followed by one swift slice to the neck and, just as quickly, the murderer is gone. Not before hitting the button to assure the car comes to a halt on the building's top floor though. There we meet another set of odd characters / potential victims: an older gray haired nutty professor looking type (as it turns out, he's a nutty professor); a pretty, young, exotic girl who looks like a dancer (as it turns out, she's an exotic dancer); and a crazy old woman who looks like the type of broad who keeps her facially scarred, mentally challenged son trapped in a hidden closet in order to protect him from the whores that roam the city streets. (Uh... yeah.) Hmmm, none of these people could possibly be the killer, right? Cause they're all standing around patiently waiting for the elevator to arrive. Well, we're right about the good-looking exotic dancer not being the murderer, cause she gets offed next. As far as any other clues, I'm not telling. You will have to watch for yourself to see who lives, who dies, who gets to fondle and stalk Edwige Fenech, etc. If any of the stuff I've already mentioned has piqued your curiosity it'll be worth the ride.
—Bunny
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