Most Giallos are Hitchcock riffs, but with more blood. Death Walks on High Heels is no exception with the most obvious comparison being Psycho. Even though the film can not live up to how gorgeous I find the movie poster, there’s some level of pop-thriller enjoyment I can get out of this. The final twenty minutes alone bump this up considerably for just how convoluted it gets. Like a needlessly twisty and sleazy Agatha Christie - what more could you want?
Most Giallos are Hitchcock riffs, but with more blood. Death Walks on High Heels is no exception with the most obvious comparison being Psycho. Even though the film can not live up to how gorgeous I find the movie poster, there’s some level of pop-thriller enjoyment I can get out of this. The final twenty minutes alone bump this up considerably for just how convoluted it gets. Like a needlessly twisty and sleazy Agatha Christie - what more could you want?
