Bruno Nicolai’s theme to The Case of the Bloody Iris is a jaunty, joyful number I never tired of hearing, even when it is not appropriate to the flavor of the scene, which is to say each and every one of its appearances, opening credits included. I hardly minded.
The film itself hits another of my pleasure centers: high-rise settings. In this case, it’s an apartment building home to a couple of recent tenant murders committed by a man in black — and that includes his hat and panty-hosed head, making him look like the DC Comics character The Question, if dipped in India ink. One poor woman was offed in the elevator; the next, tied up and drowned in her own bathtub.
On the plus side: Hey, ladies, a vacancy! And in moves Jennifer (Edwige Fenech, Your Vice Is a Locked Room and Only I Have the Key), a lovely young model trying to escape her abusive ex. Making a play for her is the building’s architect (George Hilton, I Am Sartana, Trade Your Guns for a Coffin), a real gentleman, but a real wuss when it comes to the sight of blood. However, when Jennifer’s daffy roommate (Paola Quattrini) becomes the killer’s next victim, the architect is offered up as one of many likely suspects.
For once, the mystery’s solution was not startlingly obvious to me, but maybe I was too busy soaking up the film’s groovy, dreamy visuals to notice. Alternately known by the utterly incredible title of What Are Those Strange Drops of Blood Doing on Jennifer’s Body?, this giallo from Giuliano Carnimeo (Exterminators of the Year 3000) is eye-popping in its Pop Art veneer, its moments of shock and its leading lady, who has the worst luck in keeping her clothes from being torn by the greedy hands of others. —Rod Lott