There's something that makes this seem like a 1969 or early 70s daytime soap opera. I have no idea who is complaining about the nudity or misogyny in this flick because I find it relatively tame for a giallo. I laughed at out loud at "how will we find all the impotent men in town? Advertise?" If anything The Killer...is the Sex Maniac! Has various goofy men like the grumpy disabled husband and the apparent necrophiliac who lacks a wife, or any sort of life to speak of. Sure the victims are cheating wives, but there's clearly some cheating menfolk here too. Also, everyone is rich so it's more of an attack on the amorality of the bourgeoisie than on young feminists or something.
It has almost an English murder mystery quality to it rather than being excessively violent or exploitative. It's not the most beautiful giallo I've ever seen or with the best atmosphere but it has that comforting mid-century control over chaos I seek in nighttime viewing.
It has almost an English murder mystery quality to it rather than being excessively violent or exploitative. It's not the most beautiful giallo I've ever seen or with the best atmosphere but it has that comforting mid-century control over chaos I seek in nighttime viewing.