What Have They Done to Your Daughters? (1974)

It begins with a body...

I see that I haven't posted a new review in over a month.  (Thankfully, Allex has kept the blog active in my absence.)  There's not really a great explanation for my silence.  I've watched a metric shit-ton of movies in the past month, so it's not like I haven't had plenty of choices to write about.  Sure, I've had some new projects going on, but none so time-consuming that I couldn't produce a few reviews in the past few weeks.  No, I think it's simply best written off as a summer vacation.  But I'm back now, summer heat be damned, with a review of Massimo Dallamano's 1974 giallo/poliziotteschi hybrid What Have They Done to Your Daughters?

A Lizard in a Woman's Skin (1971)

Paper dolls of murder victims > chalk outlines.  End of story.

Lucio Fulci does not get the respect that he deserves.  Sure, he's drubbed by critics, but those of us who follow Euro-cult and b-movies are used to that.  So-called "serious" critics routinely deride the work of a host of directors, from Jean Rollin to Norifumi Suzuki, as "just" exploitation filmmakers, as though the fact that these artists took advantage of new freedoms from censorship meant that their work was bereft of artistic contribution.