ALL THE COLORS OF THE DARK (1972)
An Italian/Spanish co-production, Colors is dressed up like a giallo, so I should have expected sterile cast profiles. With the partial exception of lead sex peach Edwige Fenech, it doesn't seem as though any of the actors want to be there. Their faces never move. The visuals are surreal, but dapper dream sequences are meaningless if you don't connect with the protagonist(s). I would suggest passing on this urbane stickler. Then again, I'm not big on Martino. Maybe you are. Maybe I don't know how to end this canvass of scrutiny. Maybe I should stop typing.