Robert Wm. Gomez's

Romantic Fish Eating

The Italian thriller Death Walks on High Heels is not terribly noteworthy even within the tiny cinematic sub-genre of giallo. There is, however, one scene in the movie that does jump out like a breaching marlin. It is the only film that I know of that sexualizes the eating of a grilled fish dinner.

Death Walks on High Heels - The Fish Seller

Nothing foreshadows an evening of passionate romance like a cart of dead fish.

Death Walks on High Heels - Griller's Blend

The flames of love have erupted beneath a pile of gnarly meat and scales.

Death Walks on High Heels - Plate of Fish

That's right, no silverware required. The best way to appreciate good food is by touch.

Death Walks on High Heels - The Fish Eater

Next step, start ramming globs of flaky white meat into your mouth.

Death Walks on High Heels - The Fish Eater

Be sure to chew carefully. You wouldn't want to cut the evening short with a bone caught in your trachea. Well, a fish bone that is.

Death Walks on High Heels - Close Up Gore

Here's the Lucio Fulci close-up gore moment.

Death Walks on High Heels - Fishy Fingertips

By the end, her fingertips are just covered in half-chewed fish matter.

Death Walks on High Heels - Wash off the briny sea

And that calls for a little clean up.

Now, bear in mind this scene goes on for like two minutes. The images of Nicole chomping are interspersed with clips of her lover, Dr. Matthews smoking, taking sips of what I suspect is J&B Scotch and then staring at her with creepy middle-aged man-eyes. I'm sorry, but there is nothing sexy about this and, for the record, I still hate seafood.