Too much, really, as it happened. One of the movies I planned to review for this update had to get kicked back into next month’s update so that I could keep all these tangly-ass mysteries about black-gloved killers straight enough to write about them!
The Bird with the Crystal Plumage (1970), in which Dario Argento more or less singlehandedly convinces people outside of West Germany to care about gialli at long last…
The Cat o’ Nine Tails (1971), in which Argento really earns his nickname as the Italian Hitchcock…
Gently Before She Dies (1972), in which I acquire a new favorite riff on “The Black Cat,” but still can’t bring myself to type Your Vice Is a Locked Room, and Only I Have the Key over and over again…
and…
A Lizard in a Woman’s Skin (1971), in which Lucio Fulci, of all people, proves that a giallo can be full of arresting, irrational imagery and still make solid, logical sense for the most part.
El Santo rules the wasteland-- and also 1000 Misspent Hours and Counting.
Most people would understandably find 
The horror anthology 
If I gave ratings to the movie reviews on my website, the Peter Bogdanovich movie