Suspiria
Barely a giallo and barely a plot. Possibly the most beautiful horror film ever shot.
Italian murder mysteries where the plot exists to get you from one killing to the next.
A giallo (plural gialli) is an Italian murder mystery built around stylised killings by a masked or unseen killer, usually in black gloves, in a cycle that began in 1963 and peaked in the early 1970s. The word is Italian for yellow, after the covers of the cheap crime paperbacks Mondadori started publishing in 1929. The films borrowed the name and almost nothing else.
A giallo is built around murder set pieces. There is a mystery, and it is usually resolved in the last four minutes by a character explaining a childhood trauma, but the mystery is scaffolding. What the films care about is the killing itself: a figure in black leather gloves, a razor or a shard of glass, a victim who is usually a beautiful woman, and a camera far more interested in choreography than in the corpse.
Mario Bava's The Girl Who Knew Too Much (1963) is the usual starting point. His Blood and Black Lace (1964) set the pattern that stuck: a fashion house, a masked killer, six murders, and a plot nobody involved seems invested in. The cycle went international after Dario Argento's The Bird with the Crystal Plumage (1970), and by 1972 Italian studios were shipping roughly one a fortnight.
The American slasher took the killer's POV, the set-piece structure and the elaborate deaths, then dropped the colour, the architecture and the indifference to logic. Whether that was a loss depends entirely on which of those you were there for.
Blood and Black Lace for the template, Deep Red for the best version of it, Torso for how strange the cycle got by 1973.
A line of yellow paperbacks, a killer in black gloves, and Mario Bava building the American slasher a decade before Hollywood cashed the cheque.
Six films, in this order. By the end you will know whether you can live without the plot making sense.
Barely a giallo and barely a plot. Possibly the most beautiful horror film ever shot.
Argento's best. Goblin's score does half the work and knows it.
Argento's debut, and the film that made the giallo an export.
Bava invents the slasher a decade early. Friday the 13th copied two kills outright.
Insect telepathy, a Swiss boarding school, and a straight-razor chimpanzee. Argento off the leash.
Argento's coldest and cleverest. That crane shot earns its reputation.
Argento's sequel to Suspiria. Even less plot, even more colour. A building that is alive.
The template, and still the best-looking film on this list.
Argento's least favourite of his own films. He is roughly right.
Argento's third. Unavailable for decades, and worth the wait for the last shot.
Needles taped under the eyes so she cannot look away. Argento's last truly great film.
Fulci's best film and his angriest. A giallo about mob justice in a village.
Unusually sad for a giallo, and much better for it.
American giallo in Catholic New Jersey. Genuinely disturbing and well acted.
The one usually called the first giallo. Still half a krimi.
Fulci does psychedelia. The dog scene got him prosecuted.
Genuinely nasty and hard to defend. The killer quacks. It doesn't help.
Sleazy for an hour, then a brilliant silent final act.
Satanic paranoia in Swinging London. Edwige Fenech is excellent.
A killer in a giant owl mask, a locked theatre, and Soavi announcing himself.
The Fenech giallo distilled to its purest form: models, murders, and no reason to solve any of it.
A rural giallo with no gloss and a deep, patient dread. Often voted the best one going.
Fulci does a clockwork giallo. A woman's vision of a murder turns out to be her own future.
A child is murdered in Venice. A grieving father hunts the killer through the fog.