Sonno Profondo

Neo-giallo that takes for its ingredients the baroque stylishness of its influences but turns them towards abstraction. The narrative is limited, and while much of its form could be attributed to the obvious budgetary constraints, it remains something almost best to digest as an experimental reflection on giallo cinema. This is interesting since it remains extremely sordid and I like trashy 'almost-art'. Still kind of aimless and weak.