Review: The Flower With Petals of Steel
Smug surgeon
Gianni Garko accidentally kills his mistress with the title floral sculpture.
Panicking and not wanting to get caught, he grinds the corpse up in a meat
grinder. He thinks he’s safe, the girl has disappeared but nothing points back
to him.. However, his ex Carroll Baker – the sister of the deceased – thinks
Garko did something to her and isn’t shy in letting him know. Meanwhile, the
cops start sniffing around and all of a sudden Garko is getting nervous. Then
the threatening phone calls start, claiming to know what Garko did and
threatening to expose him as a murderer (accidental or not) if financial
arrangements are not made towards them. However, he’s still composed enough to
be shagging his other mistress, sexy secretary Pilar Velazquez.
Carroll Baker was a pretty decent star in Hollywood
films of the 50s and early 60s, but by the late 60s her career choices
got…curious. She was appearing in all kinds of softcore exploitation films,
mostly European and mostly terrible (“Orgasmo” and “Paranoia”
spring to mind), plus several giallo films as well. This 1973 mystery/thriller
with giallo touches from director Gianfranco Piccioli (far more prolific as a
producer) is better than some of the shit Baker found herself in, but is pretty
forgettable.
It’s good-looking and good-sounding and there’s some
occasional effective creepiness. On the whole though, the unlikeable assortment
of characters results in a mystery that frankly isn’t very interesting. Hell,
it’s not even very mysterious so long as you’ve seen a couple of movies in your
lifetime. Scripted by the director and Gianni Martucci (“Naked Girl Murdered
in the Park”, a title that doesn’t leave much to the imagination), with
very few viable suspects, the culprit isn’t terribly well-hidden. It’s also
very slow-moving, I grew impatient. It also climaxes with the least sexy and
most ridiculous underwater Sapphic sex scene you’ll ever see. Even “Emmanuelle”
wouldn’t have much interest in scuba sex. The music score by Marcello Giombini
(The solid spaghetti western “Sabata”, Joe D’Amato’s infamous “Anthropophagus”)
is good, Carroll Baker is well-cast, I didn’t much care.
Subpar murder-mystery with mostly unappealing
participants and a mystery that isn’t much cop. Attractive, but that’s about
it. You’ve seen better.
Rating: C
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