put it mildly, the recent
batch of films emulating the look and feel of classic Italian gialli from the '70s and early '80s has produced some very uneven films that focus more on visual flair and atmosphere than actual entertainment value or narrative. The most prominent examples of course are Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani with their cinematic mix tapes like Amer and The Strange Color of Your Body's Tears, and the trend even earned a spoof of sorts with Astron-6's The Editor. Also in the fray is the sibling team of Luciano and Nicolas Onetti, who started off with the flawed but interesting Sonno Profondo in 2013 and followed it with the markedly better Francesca two years later. Completing an artistic trilogy of sorts, Abrakadabra is a further progression of their style, clocking in under 80 minutes as usual and featuring a pounding soundtrack (by Luciano) that evokes prime Stelvio Cipriani in its strongest moments.
and a magical amulet around her neck. Like his father, Lorenzo has engineered his act around the more mystical and hypnotic
aspects of magic, an aspect not lost on the killer at large who keeps bumping off those within his inner circle including a nasty riff on his fake guillotine act.
creepy dolls, and references to The Divine Comedy, though it doesn't matter if you've never seen one of their films before as there's no narrative connection
whatsoever.