How Can I Not Kill You If You Won’t Go Away?: “Macchie solari” (1975)

Mimsy Farmer is a magnet for bloody corpses and sexual degenrates; no wonder she's in such a cloudy move in the busy but confused Armando Crispino giallo "Macchie solari".

As Simona, a pathology intern, Mimsy Farmer is a magnet for bloody corpses and sexual degenerates so it’s probably no surprise that she wanders about in a perpetually cloudy funk in the busy but confused Armando Crispino giallo “Macchie solari”.

                                  “The dog’s only a dog, but you’re a pig.”

    When one approaches a giallo film, there is an automatic presumption of a encountering a visual stylization which goes hand in hand with the exaggerated excesses of behavior which set the plots in motion; usually a gaudy mix of unceremoniously bloody violence and flamboyantly bizarre sexual behavior; genre characteristics which are a bold extension of the American noir with its basis in violence and nihilism served up with a corruptive undercurrent of sexual depravity. (In a way, noir is entirely based on psychosexual gamesmanship.) Giallo merely extends these elements to both colorful and extreme levels, though also increasingly formulaic.

    Armando Crispino’s “Macchie solari” (released in the U.S. as “Autopsy”, though more correctly translated from the Italian as “Sunspots”) opens with a succession of solarized sun flares interwoven with a series of some of the most preposterously staged suicides to be seen on film, including a man who drowns himself in a raging river by first tying a plastic bag around his head (a misguided attempt at scuba diving or just a guy willing to suffocate himself in a very picturesque manner?) and one fellow who, after killing his children, shoots himself…in the chest….repeatedly…with a machine gun…uh huh.

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I've been a puppet, a pirate, a pauper, a poet, a pawn and a king, not necessarily in that order. My first major movie memory was being at the drive-in at about 1 1/2 yrs. old seeing "Sayonara" so I suppose an interest in film was inevitable. (For those scoring at home- good for you- I wasn't driving that evening, so no need to alert authorities.)Writer, critic and confessed spoiler of women, as I have a tendency to forget to put them back in the refrigerator. My apologies.
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