When it comes to the giallo one period I have a real passion for is that little pocket of pre-seventies Italian thrillers, which were experimenting with pulp formula right before the genre took on any real sense of convention. When ...

A short, but oh so sweet, addition to our 31 Days of Gialloween today. I want to give you a little sermon on the pure joy to be found in Giulio Berruti’s Killer Nun (1979). Marketing of the film has been unfairly ...

Having written a book on the entire career of director Sergio Martino it would be remiss of me to not feature at least one of his gialli as part of our Gialloween season. To be honest I think all of ...

What better way to kick off the month of Halloween with some ripe sex and violence. No film genre is as ripe, at least when it comes to this aspect, than the Italian giallo. Giallo also rhymes with hallow, so ...

The 40s and 50s were particularly cynical times for filmmaker Billy Wilder, as far as his films went at least. Other than that he was riding high, making several of his best features during this period; starting out with his ...

There’s been much recent debate over why we shouldn’t be watching the films of Roman Polanski. We have recently published a couple of articles here, at Diabolique, arguing for why we need to separate the artist from the art. I ...

Cream corn and pizza, a record, a journal, a letter: fragments of a life lived. These are the pieces with which a set of young boys are left to put the Lisbon girls, five young women who inexplicably take their ...

No holiday would be complete without a seasonal slasher, or five. When it comes to the crème de la crème of this particular little subgenre I very much doubt anyone is going to disagree with me when I declare that ...

As it’s the first of International Halloween Month, or “October” to non-believers and plebs, it’s that time again folks: gather round, and let’s crack out the Silver Shamrock. I used to think I was alone in my unadulterated rabid love ...

“People take my picture every day. So my picture’s been taken millions of times. And every time they take my picture there’s a little less of me left. So what will be left of me at the end?” — Polly, ...