Libido (1965)

Mara Maryl (Mrs. Gastaldi) is the Italian sex kitten in the style of Jayne Mansfield and Mamie Van Doren and her performance, and Dominique Boschero's performance, gives Libido its energy and forward thrust. Their easy-on-the-eyes beauty and great bodies don't help young Giancarlo Gianni forget the childhood memories that haunt him. His father was a sexual sadist who took pleasure in abusing women and Giancarlo fears he has inherited his dad's sickness. He also fears he is being haunted by his ghost. Mara's character, the wife of the ubiquitous Luciano Pigozzi (the Italian Peter Lorre), is ditsy but that's kind of a facade. Unfortunately, despite the great reputation of Ernesto Gastaldi as a giallo master, Libido is not on DVD or Blu Ray in North America and that's a bummer because it's one of the best of the early giallos. The black and white cinematography and location is excellent. It would have been less impressive in color. If you can find this film on the web or through a DVD vendor, give it a watch. Mara, as Maria Chianetta, wrote the giallo film Scorpion With Two Tails.

Beginning with a quote from some bloke called Freud that is mainly irrelevant to the film that follows, four people travel to an isolated seaside mansion. It includes the current owner who twenty years before had witnessed his father kill someone in the mansion, his wife, his friend who is also the estate manager and his wife too. Then the plot unravels this way and that to a satisfying conclusion. There are only four characters in the film but even with that number the script manages to keep the viewer guessing. The acting is good enough and Carlo Rustichelli provides a suitable plangent music score. Romy Garron's black and white cinematography is excellent, either within the mansion, along the sunny countryside or above the rocky shoreline. It's an early giallo but it's a good one.

Libido is the kind of film that proves I'm totally justified in obsessively tracking down every Italian horror film I can find in chronological order, because it's a Giallo that fools you into thinking you've got the plot all worked out, then turns it all on its head, then turns it all on its head again, then boots you in the balls with a sufficiently nasty ending.Christian is one of those unlucky kids who accidentally witnesses his father murdering some floozy in a mirrored room. Seems his dad took a header off a cliff shortly afterwards, leaving his creepy mansion in the hands of Paul until Christian turns 23 in three months time. Now the time is closing in, Christian, and his wife, and Paul, and his really, really ditzy wife all head off to the mansion to do the admin before the fortune falls into Christian's hands.Paul's wife Bridgette (played by gorgeous Mara Maryl) finds the mirrored room and wants to sleep there, so later on Christian gets an eyeful when she dances in her pants for Paul, while Christian's brain juice is getting all donked up with a mixture of desire, trauma from a flashback, and wondering how six hundred year old actor Pigozzi isn't cracking a fatty right there on screen.Also it seems that Christian's dad might not be dead at all as his pipe turns up and his favourite chair starts moving on its own (wouldn't be a mid-sixties Italian film without all that crap happening I guess!). So is Christian mad, or is someone trying to drive him mad, or has his father actually returned from the dead to tie up another floozy? This film starts off very intriguing (the credits are played out over various images of the murdered woman) and then fools you into thinking it's a mediocre Scooby Doo type thing before making you care about characters you were suspicious about from the start. I only spotted one single clue in the dialogue that may have pointed to the ending but that was that. So many twists in this one and the dark ending makes this one of the best Gialli from the sixties I've watched so far. They should have given Luciano Pigozzi bigger roles like the one he as here - He ditches the 'Igor' type act that he had in Terror Creature From the Grave and comes across as initially a bad guy to a guy perhaps discovering too late that he been made a mug of.One last note: Dario Argento must have had his notebook out for this one - children witnessing murders, creepy toys, kid's music - all of these turn up in Profondo Rosso!

If you see this movie to the end, you might want to get admitted to the nearest bedlam. You don't believe in ghosts? Yet they exist, and they do all kind of things in people's houses, they smoke someone's pipe, they use your chair, armchair, lounge or swing, they walk your corridors, etc. Why we find them only in large houses, mansions and castles? In the houses of poor people, never. Neither outdoor in open field, in public squares, in the streets, etc. Only in grandiose interiors, which belong to rich members of the society. And always occurring late after midnight, never in daily time. And if not accompanied by a black cat or creaking door, then they make their presence announced by severe thunder and lightning. OK, I have to confess that I like Italian movies the most. But this is an exception, I waited impatiently to see on the screen the word "Fine"(The End).