Un gatto nel cervello

De todas formas hay que decir que Lucio Fulci nos presenta tanto morbo en esta autorreflexión que deja de ser chocante para convertirse en molesta y repulsiva. O sea, exactamente igual como es para el personaje principal de cuyas obsesiones la película trata. Fulci logra así la intención del director. Es una pena que la película sea tan psicológicamente ingenua, los efectos gore sean ridículamente amateurs y los actores actúen como en una telenovela. A los fans de esta «leyenda» de la dirección probablemente les divierta, pero quienes no estén familiarizados con este tipo de entretenimiento, difícilmente vayan a ver alguna otra película de este director. (29.10.2003)

This film is quite unique among Fulci’s work, it’s essentially an honest self-reflection, delivered with great insight. Fulci plays himself, a director who is so sick of his violent films that he loses track of what is fiction and what is reality in real life. The sights of a steak in a restaurant, or a man with a chainsaw cutting wood in front of his house conjure up images of splashing blood and severed body parts that Fulci cut into the film from his previous works, or are entirely original (but these are in the minority). He consults these ideas with his psychiatrist, who also associates him with a sadistic murderer. At first it seems interesting, but when the same situation is repeated for about the twentieth time (Fulci looks devastated – splatter scene – Fulci looks devastated – splatter scene... and so on and so on.), it gets a bit boring, especially if you already know the scenes from his previous films. It must be said, however, that you won't see such a high density of splatter scenes in one film and Fulci's free creative approach makes this film unique in its own way. (13.10.2003)