*"Don't be afraid. The dead are our friends!"
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*"Why do you want to return to them? They don't know the real way. They only think about destruction, mischief, pollution. They are not like us."
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What I did not like about The Iron Rose – and what The Iron Rose made me realise that I do not like about much of giallo as a genre (if this is or is not a giallo is besides the point) – is the emptiness. The dissatisfaction.
Nothing about this movie is good enough and I fear that nothing would ever be good enough. There are flickers of substance. Of something. But for the most part this is a meandering movie that puts aesthetics first. To say it is a "mess" is also to give it more credit than it is due.
*"Don't be afraid. The dead are our friends!"
*
*
*"Why do you want to return to them? They don't know the real way. They only think about destruction, mischief, pollution. They are not like us."
*
*
What I did not like about The Iron Rose – and what The Iron Rose made me realise that I do not like about much of giallo as a genre (if this is or is not a giallo is besides the point) – is the emptiness. The dissatisfaction.
Nothing about this movie is good enough and I fear that nothing would ever be good enough. There are flickers of substance. Of something. But for the most part this is a meandering movie that puts aesthetics first. To say it is a "mess" is also to give it more credit than it is due.
