The New York Ripper -
This delightfully sleazy giallo capitalizes on an ideal setting for the genre: '80s New York. As movies from
Basket Case to
Big demonstrate, vice and indulging one's base impulses were a big deal there at the time. Fulci and company succeed by letting you indulge in the worst of it. Like the best giallos, this one always makes you wonder "they did it, but maybe not" until it has exhausted every possibility. At the same time, you not only get to see what happens in the kind of shows advertised in the fliers that once littered the streets, but also get to walk in both the participants and patrons' shoes. Besides the female performers who the killer targets, there are memorable customers like a gigolo and a classy, likely upper west side resident and wife with certain...kinks. Thankfully, Fulci makes you wonder about the appeals and consequences of being on stage or in the audience without making you feel judged Haneke-style. He also deserves credit for being just as unflinching and for letting you ask similar questions during the violent moments, which...let's just say it's not surprising the U.K. banned the movie until fairly recently. Despite the dubbing, the performances are uniformly strong. Hedley's cop and Marco's overly confident psychologist, Dr. Davis, are standouts, and I like how Fulci develops them without dialogue, such as with the doctor's love of electronic chess. The movie is also bound to appeal to New York history lovers, especially during the moments where the grit and grime in the alleys and subway trains are so strong, you can almost taste them.
Again, the dubbing is better than others I have heard, but it still adds more cheese than necessary. Also, as much as I like the Dr. Davis character, there are occasions when I wondered if he was written solely for audience members who don't pay attention. Other than that, the movie maintains my desire to see all the great giallos and my belief that the most worthwhile criticism of a place, in this case America, comes from outside of it. As one character in the movie states, "it takes more than talent to win, honey. You’ve gotta have willpower. In this country, if you’re not good at something, at anything, if you’re not the best, the smartest, or the toughest, that’s it. You’re screwed. You won’t get anywhere." It will make you wonder if the way New York was back then is a consequence of such beliefs. Oh, and pardon the confusion, but it will also make you never look at a duck the same the way again.