Recension av Who Saw Her Die? (1972) med George Lazenby
Av: Eoghan Lyng
Publicerad: 2020-03-01
Released in 1972, Who Saw Her Die? (Chi l'ha vista morire?) remains George Lazenby's creative acme as an actor. Visibly thinner, having purportedly lost thirty-five pounds for the part, Lazenby walks through a temperate horror that obliquely follows the giallo template. Lazenby's film debut, the kaleidoscopic On Her Majesty's Secret Service, had skirted around the James Bond tropes with subversive, but exhilarating, results. Now Who Saw Her Die? similarly waded through an Italian genre of mystery fiction with serial invention. Both are works of high distinction.
Lazenby's decision to star in a European based movie was certainly a brave decision; a wise one too! His Franco Serpieri, a disturbed parent sinking in a conduit of dead children, feels psychologically more complete than Ian Fleming´s sleuth at his most depraved. Dressed under a wooly moustache, the disconcerted lead is a different beast to the Eton educated spy, forked spuriously beneath the nubile Venice carriageways.
The anarchic-holistic framework that crept into Italian movies were strangely absent from the contemporary American movies of its idiosyncratic ilk. That the film could conceivably stand beside Nicholas Roeg's dream-like Don't Look Now in a double-bill, demonstrates how well the Italian backdrop lends itself to the supernatural. The Bond series reveled in their populist stylings, while Who Saw Her Die? cloaks itself for an audience that found the swaggering spy series too faux naïf for their refined tongue. And yet writer/director Aldo Lado produces another tasty connector, casting Thunderball'sAdolfo Celi as the spurious Serafian.
The film revels in darkness. One young girl is murdered by a veiled assassin, another girl is thrown into a river to float for her life. Birds are photographed, filmed and captured with penitent menace, flying aimlessly through the Venetian streets. Swedish born Anita Strindberg stars as Elizabeth Serpieri, the fitful wife to an irresponsible father. Stately thin, Elizabeth voices the viewers alarmed reactions to the spectral events that unwrap. It´s to the film´s credit that the myriad killings are eerie, instead of sensationalistic. Where other giallo pictures pushed the violent envelopes to lurid parameters, Who Saw Her Die? trusts the atmosphere, the aggravation and the general unease grapple with the audiences.
Then there´s Lazenby´s portrayal, a despondent sculptor whose greatest creation, his daughter, has been claimed by a tempestuous killer. Thrown into the fullness of his own personal demons, Serpieri must counter his personal nightmares amongst the backwash of grisly killings.
The film is uncompromisingly brutal in its resolve and George Lazenby is brilliant as the dejected, possibly sociopathic, lead. Yet, as it was with most of his post Bond work, it would prove little known outside of his die-hard fanbase.
Masterfully shot, the film boasts a carriageway of water rimmed shots that glide over the Venetian boats. Lush lit montages of clay works, caged birds and coital embraces give the film a polish it likely couldn´t afford in reality. Ennio Morricone's lilting score completes a piece that remains of the most penetrative and startling European thrillers of the early seventies.