Directed by Cesare Canevari, Italy. Spaghetti sexploitation about a group of people (one of whom is Marc Porel in his final role) who gather at a hotel for the family patriarch’s funeral. Mourning, however, is the last thing on their minds, and soon it’s wall-to-wall nudity courtesy of absurdly beautiful women with terrible eighties hairstyles. About fifty-three minutes in, there’s a murder and suddenly we realise that all along this has been a half-assed giallo. Everyone now looks shifty, but the “climax” is anything but climactic, and the script just seems to fizzle out. Includes a beautifully cheesy, but highly evocative, musical score. 3/5.
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