Sonno Profondo is truly a revelation, and while I enjoyed Onetti's Francesca, this is probably his masterpiece. I have never seen a film that more perfectly captured exactly what giallo means to me, a sordid and beautiful dream of 1970s aesthetics. Deep Sleep is incoherent in the best possible way, and I do not normally congratulate directors for resorting to nonsense. Onetti weaves together a tapestry of emotional images, antiques, nostalgia, sex, death and opera in a symphony of grainy late 20th century muted colors accented with splashes of bright red blood and black gloves. If there is a claim that mid-century Italian horror and gialli could be spiritual on any level, Sonno Profondo is the perfect homage to it.
Review of Deep Sleep
