While certainly no cinematic chef d'oeuvre, VM is incredibly delicious -- a fog-covered, dimly-lit, erotically-charged work from one of my favorites, Ruggero Deodato. Deodato is an incredible (and incredibly underrated) director. The plot is silly, and there is plenty of cheese, but VM has aged well thanks to Deodato's skill in taking something straight out of Silk Stalkings and elevating it into an almost neo-giallo. Caroit is just right as the naive inspector, and that cast of ladies is juuuust right. VM is a mood film -- something you watch for pure escapism and to absorb the ambiance. It's style over substance here and that is perfectly fine. A sexy time capsule of aesethic pleasures.
Review of The Washing Machine
