The French Sex Murders
The French Sex Murders
| 15 June 1972 (USA)
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After a French prostitute is found dead, one of her regular clients is tried and convicted for her murder. He is eventually sentenced to death but dies in a high speed pursuit after attempting to escape custody. Soon, the witnesses that testified against him end up being systematically murdered by a mysterious killer wearing black gloves.

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NekoHomey

Purely Joyful Movie!

Inmechon

The movie's only flaw is also a virtue: It's jammed with characters, stories, warmth and laughs.

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DubyaHan

The movie is wildly uneven but lively and timely - in its own surreal way

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Hattie

I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

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Coventry

I love the Italian Gialli and "The French Sex Murders" is a title that has been on my must-see list for several years now, but I always postponed watching it because I too often read harsh and negative reviews about this goofy looking film. Now, of course, I regret having waited so long, because "The French Sex Murders" is a massively entertaining – if heavily flawed – giallo treasure with plenty of gruesome murders, a cast full of familiar faces and a nicely offbeat sense of black humor. The most curious and striking aspect about this film is that the police inspector who investigates a series of bloody prostitute murders is played by Humphrey Bogart doppelganger Robert Sacchi, and he also dresses, acts and talks exactly like the legendary film-noir actor. In some countries the film was even released with an alternate title referring to Bogart, like "The Bogeyman and the French Murders" (in Norway) and "The Brigade of Inspector Bogart" (in Spain). But anyway, the film opens with an unidentifiable body falling to its death from the Eiffel Tower. The camera zooms in on Inspector Bogart, he lights a cigarette, and begins narrative the whole story. The first murder victim is the luscious Francine, a blonde prostitute working in the Paris' luxury brothel of Madame Colette. The prime suspect is of course her last client, Antoine Gottvalles, especially because he's known as an aggressive man and regular visitor at Madame Collete's. But the murders continue even after Antoine is beheaded in a freak accident, so the Inspector has a number of suspects including a vile night club owner, a perverted American novelist who practically lives at the brothel and the sinister assistant of the acclaimed Professor Waldemar. The latter, by the way, has a morbid fascination for human eyeballs, which results in a couple of nauseating and 200% gratuitous gore sequences. As quite often the case in Italian gialli, as well as in all the films of the infamous producer Dick Randall, the plot isn't all that important. The emphasis here particularly lies on naked ladies, nasty bloodshed and a couple of truly sick and depraved plot ingredients (like the ultimate motivation of the killer). The culprit's identity is painfully easy to predict, although admittedly typecasting is also to blame for this, while several potentially intriguing characters remain vague and underdeveloped. The cast and crew list "The French Sex Murders" is definitely one that makes the mouth of every Italian cult fanatic water! Director Ferdinando Merighi is perhaps an unknown soldier, but what a bunch of acclaimed people he managed to gather! In front of the camera we have cult goddesses like Anita Ekberg (as the French Madame), Barbara Bouchet (as a feisty prostitute in red lingerie) and Rosalba Neri (I'm in love with her since "Lady Frankenstein"). Among the males we have the grim-faced Rolf Eden, Renato Romano and Jess Franco regular Howard Vernon. There is even room for a small cameo by Gordon Mitchell as an over-enthusiast night club visitor. Behind the camera, Merighi could count on the collaboration of Bruno Nicolai for the cool soundtrack, Bruno Mattei for the editing and Carlo Rambaldi – creator of E.T. – for the special effects. "The French Sex Murders" is far from great, but it's definitely a cult oddity that giallo freaks can't afford to skip.

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adriangr

I usually have a lot of time for cheesy mid-1970's Euro-thrillers, but this one was a very poor effort. It involves a string of murders and the usual red herrings and sleaze, but the presentation is amateurish and without any atmosphere at all.The film begins with a suicide leap from the Eiffel Tower. We cannot see who jumps, but it's only 2-3 minutes into the film and we already have Terrible Special Effect Number One: the suicide leap is depicted by means of a cartoon black silhouette of a man superimposed over a still image of the tower...my jaw dropped. The plot switches to a brothel where the madam (a rather hefty looking Anita Ekberg with a massive hairdo) and her girls are entertaining some rich clients. A less rich and more troublesome customer called Antoine gatecrashes the party and asks for his favourite girl. After some sexy embracing during which time he lavishes stolen jewelry on her, the atmosphere turns sour when she tries to leave the bedroom. Some slapping follows, and Antoine overacts wildly, while attempting to keep his todger covered at all times (failing at least one, which is quite amusing). He eventually flees the brothel, and when the staff come to investigate they find the girl has been murdered.Things go into a decline from here on as some dull police inspectors investigate the murder, and chase after Antoine. Watch out for Terrible Special Effect Number Two as Antoine is shown escaping on a motorbike. In close ups of his face its obvious that he's not even moving and is being filmed in front of plain white and plain black (?) backgrounds instead of the supposed leafy countryside. And wait for a real laugh-out-loud moment with Terrible Special Effect Number Three: a truly lame decapitation.The film plods on, trying to spin a web of mystery and shock. There are more murders. They aren't interesting in the slightest and they are certainly not "sex murders" as suggested by the film's title. At one point a doctor is shown dissecting a human eye. This is depicted by terrible Special Effect Number Four: the use of a bloodied-up sheep's eye which is mauled apart by some amateur stage hand with what seems to be a very blunt scalpel, resulting in bits of goo and gristle getting squished all over the plate it is resting on...some fine medical handiwork there! The acting is uniformly bad, and of course the dubbing is terrible...truly awful. Try this sample English dialogue from a scene in which Antoine is captured: "No I didn't kill her. Are you mad? I'm not guilty! You'll find out I'm not guilty! No I'm not the murderer! You won't believe I didn't commit it!" It's like listening to a rabid Yoda! Especially when he snarls: "From the grave I'll come back!" Was this really the best they could do? Most pointless of all is that the police investigation is presided over by a Humphrey Bogart look-alike, complete with slicked back hair, long raincoats, the lot. There's no explanation for why he's dressed up as a clone of Bogart and it makes no contribution to any part of the film's plot. I sat through the whole thing waiting for it to get better, but it never did. Of course there's a big revelation at the end but it's not much of a pay off for the preceding 90 minutes. The only diversions from the tedium are the very 1970's feel (everybody smokes!), and some groovy music and lots of attractive actresses, but very little else. Do yourself a favour and avoid this one.

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Woodyanders

A vicious killer brutally bumps off prostitutes at a swanky Paris bordello run by the stern Madame Colette (the lovely Anita Ekberg). The hard-boiled Inspector Pontaine (an amusing performance by Humphrey Bogart impersonator Robert Sacchi) investigates the murders. Propable suspects include the hot-headed Antoine Gottvalles (moody Peter Martell), smarmy nightclub owner Pepi (slimy Rolf Eden), and sinister Professor Waldemar (Jess Franco film regular Howard Vernon). Director Ferdinando Merighi maintains a snappy pace throughout as well as delivers a smattering of sleazy soft-core sex, a sprinkling of tasty gratuitous female nudity, and a few dollops of tacky gore (a couple of cheesy decapitations rate as the definite splatter highlights). Moreover, Merighi stages the grisly murder set pieces with deliciously garish psychedelic stylistic aplomb. The always welcome and enticing presences of beautiful cult Eurobabe starlets Barbara ("Don't Torture A Duckling") Bouchet, Rosalba ("The Arena") Neri, and Evelyn ("The Mighty Peking Man") Kraft qualifies as another substantial asset. The polished cinematography by Mario Mancini and Gunter Otto makes nifty occasional use of a hand-held camera. Bruno Nicolai's pretty and melodic, yet groovy and jazzy score really hits the funky spot. Italian peblum muscleman star Gordon Mitchell pops up in a bit part as a nightclub patron. Good, trashy fun.

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lazarillo

Although this is definitely one of your lamer Italian gialli, like all gialli it has some points of interest. It has two different chase scenes involving the Eiffel Tower, just so you know (if the title doesn't clue you in) that it's set in Paris. It has an ironic scene where a condemned murderer is decapitated while fleeing police on a motorcycle. It has a strange scene where the police then turn over the disembodied head to a mad scientist, played by Jess Franco regular Howard Vernon, for him to conduct vague "experiments" on. And perhaps strangest of all it has a lead detective who is played by a Humphrey Bogart impersonator, which no one in the movie remarks on, but will have everyone at home scratching their head.The plot involves the murder of a prostitute in a Paris brothel (run by early 60's sex symbol Anita Ekberg). It's blamed on a jealous client, but the lead detective ("Bogey")suspects otherwise. And when the murders continue after the suspect's ironic-if-he-were-actually-guilty demise, his suspicions are confirmed. The movie has all the standard giallo elements but it's directed without much flair. There's a lot of sex and female nudity (perhaps too much), but it doesn't involve the "name" actresses for the most part who are pretty much wasted in general. Barbara Bouchet is good as a bitchy prostitute but she is murdered before she can even strip out of her sexy red lingerie. Rosalba Neri has a brief nude scene but also a completely throwaway part as the condemned man's ex-wife. And Anita Ekberg, looking middle-aged and none to svelte, also has pretty phoned-in role that pales not just to her early sexy roles, but to the over-the-top trashy stuff she'd do later in movies like "Killer Nun".Howard Vernon is about as good as he usually is in Franco movies, and as for the Bogart impersonator--well, nobody ever saw him again after this movie. I would definitely not recommend buying an overpriced DVD of this disappointing movie, but it might not be a total waste of 90 minutes of your life, especially if you're kind of a giallo completist like I am.

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