Apparently this is a very important movie and a touchstone of Italian cinema. All I know it's severely lacking in the Italian knife-wielding maniac department. Still, as far as artsy dramas go, this wasn't half bad. Basically, a guy gets his bike stolen and spends the rest of the movie trying to find it. There's probably some brainy sub-text about life and finding meaning in a cold, uncaring world but I was too stupid to pick up on that.
This is a sequel in name only to the excellent Black Magic. It's still about an evil voodoo magician, but in this case he is purely evil and not just doing the bidding of others. So evil in fact that he pounds nails into corpses' heads, drinks breast milk, impregnates women with meat blobs, and raises the bodies of dead go-go dancers. This movie is just non-stop crazy and thoroughly entertaining.
This is crime thriller from 1955 that is unique in that it was shot on location in post-war Japan and it is filmed in glorious, super-widescreen Cinemascope. Every frame is full of color and wonderfully composed. Every frame is also filled with ugly American style treatment of the locals. Lots of gangsters raising their voices and demanding, "Hey pal, ya speak English!" This is also the movie where Robert Stack does his, "Who the boss? The head man? ..." bit that was parodied in Airplane. Overall this was mediocre yet entertaining plot that's bolstered by stunning visuals.