Nigel P
Adding to the incredible amount of horror films released during the first few years of the 1970's, this giallo features Anthony Steffen as Lord Alan Cunningham, who spends the early part of this looking distraught whilst sporting the most magnificent clothes (my genuine favourite is velvety suede burgundy suit). The death of his wife Evelyn had lead to a breakdown for the Lord, and subsequent incarceration at a mental institution. Now the aristocrat is intent on luring other eager young red-heads to his expansive, crumbling mansion (his chat-up method includes grabbing them by the hair to check whether or not they are wearing a wig) for his own fetishistic games, often including the wearing of exotic thigh-length leather boots.It's all a little ponderous for the most part. One girl follows the pattern of seduction and murder, and then the plot moves onto exactly the same scenario for the next. Only when he marries Gladys (Marina Malfatti) do things become less repetitive. Cunningham's homes and grounds (the film is set in England) is a jaw-dropping location. Alan fears his mental problems may be returning when he begins to see visions of his dead wife. His cousin Farley (Umberto Raho) reveals Alan was convinced Evelyn had a lover prior to her death.As Alan once again deteriorates, deaths begin to occur (including a briefly gory incident featuring foxes nibbling on various innards) This is a solid, a rather than spectacular, giallo film with lots of well-constructed twists (especially the final one). Occasionally, the villainy verges on pantomime levels of subtlety.
jadavix
A deranged aristocrat lures women to his mansion so that he can murder them. He is only interested in red heads because his late wife, Evelyn, was one. He caught her cheating prior to her death so now wants to punish all red headed women.Then all hell breaks lose. This is a giallo, so of course nothing is as it seems. "Lord Alan" apparently really is a murderer, but he isn't the only one. He's wealthy and he's crazy, so there is an elaborate scheme afoot with people making plans to separate him from his sanity and his money, whichever comes first.The plot is just far too complicated, and the movie far too boring, to be bothered keeping up with. The idea of an aristocrat taking babes back to his villa to toy with before killing seems to have promise, but there's not a single memorable scene in this boring movie.
ferbs54
Italian director Emilio Miraglia's second film, "The Red Queen Kills Seven Times" (1972), had previously impressed me as one of the most perfect giallo pictures that I had ever seen, when I first saw it six years ago, so I had a feeling that I was going to enjoy seeing his first. But because of that earlier film's title--"The Night Evelyn Came Out of the Grave"--I was somehow expecting something more on the order of a supernatural/ghost story. To my delighted surprise, however, "Evelyn" turns out to be both: a modern-day Gothic melodrama that combines insanity and S&M elements and that ultimately segues quite unambiguously into grisly giallo terrain. Released in 1971, the film succeeds dazzlingly well on both fronts, and reveals itself to be a remarkably self-assured outing for the first-time director.In the film, the viewer meets a British lord named Alan Cunningham (Anthony Steffen, who here resembles, at times, a young and dissipated Peter Falk). Sir Alan, when we first encounter him, is in the bughouse, having had a mental breakdown after the death of his redheaded, unfaithful wife Evelyn, who had died during childbirth. After his release, Alan becomes infatuated with his new hobby: picking up redheaded hookers and strippers to bring home and torturously whip--and possibly kill--in his castle dungeon. Two of the strippers are played by yummy Maria Teresa Tofano and scrumptious Erika Blanc; Erika, who had previously impressed this viewer in such films as Mario Bava's "Kill, Baby, Kill" (1966) and Charles Lecocq's "The Devil's Nightmare" (1971), here gets to perform a memorable nightclub striptease after arising from a coffin! Following the advice of the institution's Dr. Timberlane (Giacomo Rossi-Stuart, who had costarred with Erika in "Kill, Baby, Kill," although they sadly share no screen time here), Alan resolves to forget his dead wife by meeting another woman. And soon enough, he meets a beautiful blonde named Gladys (squisito Marina Malfatti, who viewers may recall from another giallo film with decided supernatural overtones, Sergio Martino's 1972 gem "All the Colors of the Dark"), who he proposes to after just a few hours. But marriage with Gladys only seems to make Lord Alan's obsessions worse, as the crypt of dead Evelyn is revealed to be empty, her walking cadaver is glimpsed, and ghastly murders erupt around the estate....Happily, "Evelyn" turns out to be a superstylish film that features inventive and off-kilter camera angles (DOP Gastone di Giovanni has done a marvelous job shooting this project), sumptuous sets, a wonderful use of color, and a gorgeous theme song by Bruno Nicolai that even maestro Ennio Morricone could not better. Most viewers will have little idea where this picture is headed during its first 2/3 (the modern-day Gothic section, which showcases an eerie seance, Evelyn's ghost, and that castle), and even less during the stunning giallo section that culminates the picture. And fans of this distinctly Italian genre will not feel shortchanged, either, as the film ends with as hairy and grisly a bunch of murderous set pieces as could be desired: mayhem via a venomous snake, head clubbing, traditional poison, knifings, sulfuric acid...and some particularly ravenous kenneled foxes. Even more pleasing, the film manages to pull off not just a surprise ending, but a TRIPLE twist/surprise ending, for one bravissimo and loopy windup! I could not for the life of me figure out why it was necessary to set this film in England (doesn't Italy have its own strip clubs, castles, and wealthy landowners?), or why we see, in one startling scene, Alan's beautiful but paralyzed Aunt Agatha (Joan C. Davis) arise from her wheelchair and walk, but other than these two minor quibbles, Miraglia's first work strikes me as being a practically flawless giallo gem. The film has been deemed "dreadful" by the often-stingy (when it comes to genre fare, at least) editors of the "Maltin Movie Guide," but this viewer much prefers the verdict of the indispensable film book "DVD Delirium 3," which tells us that "Evelyn" is "particularly deranged," with a denouement that is an "unforgettably unhinged concoction." But perhaps the Maltin editors would revise their old assessment if they could see the DVD of "Evelyn" that is currently available from NoShame. Sporting a gorgeous, uncut, properly framed print in the original Italian and with excellent subtitles ("the first worthwhile video release of this title in any format," "DVD Delirium 3" claims), the film might come as a revelation to those who have only seen it on lousy-looking videotapes with even worse dubbing. Seen in this pristine-looking NoShame format, "Evelyn" reveals itself to be the handsome, stylish, imaginative and surprising giallo outing that it is. Further good news regarding the NoShame DVD are two of the disc's extras: a 21-minute reminiscence by the modern-day Erika Blanc herself (still a looker) as she sits at her makeup table, and a 23-minute talk by the film's set designer, Lorenzo Baraldi. In all, a terrific package for a terrific film. To all the fine folks at the always-dependable NoShame, my most heartfelt "Grazie!"
mhantholz
The majority of posters here have plainly viewed this giallo on DVD, on a small screen. I saw this film at the old UA Academy Of Music on East 14th Street, NYC on its opening day, and while not quite up to the level of Il Maestro (Bava), it is one of the better giallos of the period. The original color-scope print was fine---this sort of film was meant to be viewed on a *big* screen (=seats 800+). Viewing a film like this on a small screen gives no hint of its original impact. I know from bitter experience that the modern prints of old films seldom live up to the original release prints' quality. Indeed, in too many cases, all that is left is a bleached, ragged fossil of the original. This is something that must be borne in mind when viewing old films. The poster art for EVELYN is a classic---I wear a t-shirt with the poster on the front. This, and many others, are available from Filmfax.com. Cheers!
