Apparently, Tenebrae is a religious service right before Easter where candles are extinguished in total darkness, or something to that effect. I guess that is a complacent title for Dario Argento’s return to the giallo realm of demonic horror after both Suspiria and Inferno … but I am bad with comparisons. Sorry.
Tenebrae has some serial strangeness coupled with a somewhat meandering plot but, thank heavens, Argento has a keen eye for engaging set pieces and the right amount of gore for the Fangoria crowd — original incarnation — that makes it a real-gone crowd-pleaser and a small-time chunk-blower.
Novelist Peter Neal (Anthony Franciosa, who has a strong Christopher George vibe, if you know what I mean) comes to Italy to promote his bloody novel, Tenebrae. He is the type of guy who pedals to La Guida Airport to an international flight with several sexy sirens following in tandem.
Meanwhile, a heavy CPAP-breather is stalking nubile vixens in the Walmarts of Rome; eventually, he murders a petty shoplifter with pages of a book stuffed in her mouth and, of course, takes pictures for additional sleaze. I guess that kind of stuff makes him a bad dude.
Soon, the police partner with Neal after he starts receiving taunting phone calls. His handler (?) and her assistant (?) help him solve the crimes, which is both baffling and ridiculous. But with the sweeping crane shot in the pre-crime scene — you know the one — all is forgiven and the mystery is (somewhat) solved.
Of course, the glassy atmosphere is beautifully stilted, and it gives Argento’s productions that Technicolor shimmer that pops off the screen, better than a 3D movie (but not his Dracula 3D movie). With a menacing tone, while truly silly in some parts, is ultimately one of spaghetti-covered dread that really earns the wholly ludicrous ending.
And what can I say about the phenomenal score of Goblin, Argento’s house band (actually Claudio Simonetti), except that I truly rate it better than the actual movie? Check it out!
While some people say that Tenebrae is that last gasp of this horror master, at the time he had a real death grip on his audience and this film proves that even after Suspiria, he can still slay with the best of them. —Louis Fowler