TORSO! TORSO! TORSO! The  trailer is far better than the film, especially the narrator intoning, "From Carlo Ponti, the man who brought you WAR AND PEACE and DR. ZHIVAGO...TORSO!"

At the witching hour, I was still into it, but my memory of TORSO! is scant. I'll just cut and paste Tarantino's intro from Quint at Ain't It Cool News as it's accurate:

"For the first half of it you're going to think, 'What the fuck did he bring this piece of shit here for?' Now I'm really a big fan of Italian horror films. You got to apologize for some parts of them, all right. Having said that, I'm a big fan of them. The first part of Torso sucks. It's like "Oh, My God!" Once a plot thing happens, you'll know it when it happens, once it happens it kind of becomes a different movie. Then all of a sudden you're really watching a really different movie. Not only are you watching a different movie, but all of a sudden what seemed to be so amateurish and thrown together like it was edited with gardening sheers. All of a sudden it's really well done, all of a sudden it is really suspenseful, all of a sudden the camera is really cool places and stuff. After it being really silly the first half, all of a sudden it's really scary and the killer is really scary. You just gotta put up with the first half and you'll be rewarded in the second half."

Whether I was, I truly can't recall. But the killer in his blank white stocking mask was creepy.  Eli Roth showed TORSO when he did his fest at the New Beverly last month, so there's clearly some fans out there. I do love the purple pulp of the giallo genre, along with their exotic titles, typically Morricone soundtracks and inventive killings, but TORSO was no BIRD WITH THE CRYSTAL PLUMMAGE. Perhaps the horro marathon is getting to me, but there's no escape lest I be labelled chicken-shit in Quention's book. Plus, I'm having fun. I can catch some zzz's and awaken for one I've been wanting to see, THE PROWLER...