Some intriguing stuff here (mostly related to vengeful chimps and bug POV shots) hopelessly weighed down by Argento’s apparent inability to understand how humans talk and behave—always a weakness with him but made painfully obvious in this lackluster setting, despite Connelly’s conviction. The final shocks feel more desperate than earned.
“Outside it drizzles, grey. New York City, enveloped in the light mist. Two lovers have a date to meet at 6 o’clock. At Grand Central Station, under the clock, like in the movie.”