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Kill, Baby…Kill! (1966) | Review

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Kill, Baby…Kill! (1966) | Review

Kill, Baby…Kill! (1966) | Review

The Little Girl Who Kills Down the Lane: Bava’s Boffo Ghost Story Heavy on Atmosphere, Light on Narrative

Kill, Baby…Kill! Mario Bava PosterOf all the famed giallo masters, Mario Bava may be one of the least appreciated at least as far as how his iconic titles relate to his overarching influence and legacy. Fondly remembered as ‘founding father of the slasher film’ thanks to his later period, Bava began as a cinematographer, which explains why most of his films succeed as visual spectacle yet fail considerably as far as cohesive or complex narrative.

Perhaps most widely regarded for his early 1960 Gothic horror masterpiece Black Sunday, which transported Barbara Steele into the annals of iconicity, a brand-new retrospective of the auteur kicks off instead with his celebrated 1966 title Kill, Baby…Kill!, which is also something of a change of pace from Bava. A simple but effective period ghost story, when the spirit of a vengeful young girl appears to villagers they soon after end up dead. When a handsome young doctor arrives to investigate the corpse of a curiously killed woman, secrets are loosed.

Considered to be Bava’s final gothic title, Kill, Baby…Kill! opens with a grisly suicide. Or is it murder? The death of a young woman in a remote village of the Carpathian mountains circa 1907 causes Dr. Paul Eswai (Giacomo Rossi Stuart) to be sent to perform an autopsy, and perhaps explain why so many similar occurrences keep transpiring there. After discovering someone has implanted a strange object in the woman’s heart, it seems something supernatural is afoot, further cemented by the coincidental return of Monica Shuftan (Erika Blanc), a beautiful young woman who has returned home to visit the graves of her parents, while the eerie interventions of the local witch, Ruth (Fabienne Dali), seem related. Dr. Eswai discovers the ghost of a young girl, Melissa, has been haunting the town, the dead daughter of the local Baroness (Giovanna Galletti).

Kill, Baby…Kill!, which appears to be aping the 1965 Russ Meyers’ classic Faster Pussycat, Kill Kill (that famed ‘ode to the violence in women’) catches Bava before he disappeared into the psychedelic mode which defined many of his 1970s films (5 Dolls for an August Moon, for instance).

Many of the director’s worst tendencies, once seen as his signature, tend to be the film’s weak spots, such as those insistent and often unnecessary zooms (which, paired with the dubbing, denude the film’s otherwise creepy mise-en-scene). Giacomo Rossi Stuart fulfills the expectations of his role as the increasingly bewildered doctor, though he would eventually have more to do in Emilio Miraglia’s later giallo, The Night Evelyn Came Out of the Grave (1971), in which he also starred opposite Erika Blanc.

Bava does seem to focus more on Blanc, a woman whose coincidental visit to her parents’ graves results in the film’s dramatic catalyst. Her sequences with Giovanna Galletti (who appeared in some of Italy’s most famed films, including titles from Bertolucci and Rossellini) as the crazed old Baroness (a nod to Miss Havisham) are some of the film’s finest outside of plenty unnerving shots of a creepy blonde little girl who is either peering through windows or rolling a ball into sequences, sometimes reminiscent of Roeg’s Don’t Look Now (1973). Some spectacular repeated bird’s eye shots of an eerily lit spiral staircase also adds to the ambience. Women characters in Bava’s films don’t tend to come outfitted with any agency, unless they’re wraiths, demons, or vampires, and Kill is also no exception to this rule, as signaed by an uncomfortable opening which collapses titillation and fear into the first victim’s tragic demise, replete with orgasmic moans right before she flings herself to a spiky death.

Remastered with this new 2K restoration, Kill, Baby…Kill! ’s (also known as Curse of the Living Dead and Operation Fear) original print must have been as resistant to scrubbing as its characters are to logic. Several sequences still appear to have been basted with petroleum jelly, while Blanc’s damsel (who sometimes gives Julie Christie vibes) in distress delivers many of the film’s laughable lines. “The sound of that bell, Paul, it frightens me,” she exclaims, before voicing stellar observations like “I almost think the devil’s here.”

A fascinating entry point into Bava’s filmography, Kill, Baby…Kill! exudes all the visual thrills of the director at his extravagant, atmospheric best. Cited by Scorsese as Bava’s masterpiece, it’s an integral bridge between early and late Bava, but may not satisfy those in search of Bava’s more over-the-top flourishes.

★★★/☆☆☆☆☆

Los Angeles based Nicholas Bell is IONCINEMA.com's Chief Film Critic and covers film festivals such as Sundance, Berlin, Cannes, TIFF and AFI. His top 3 for 2016: Toni Erdmann (Maren Ade), Elle (Paul Verhoeven) and OJ: Made in America (Ezra Edelman).

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