Film

All the Colours of the Dark

Name: All the Colours of the Dark
Genre: Horror, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 1972
Cast: George Hilton, Edwige Fenech, Ivan Rassimov, Julián Ugarte, George Rigaud

A fractured psychological nightmare wrapped in giallo trappings. After a miscarriage, Jane descends into visions of occult rituals and murder that may be real, may be psychological breakdown, or may be something worse. It's hypnotic, visually stunning, and genuinely unsettling—a film that trusts your discomfort more than it trusts plot clarity. For viewers who like their horror ambiguous and their cinema deliberately disorienting.

TMDb rating

3.3

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