Film

Delirium: Photo of Gioia

Name: Delirium: Photo of Gioia
Genre: Horror, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 1987
Cast: Serena Grandi, Vanni Corbellini, George Eastman, David Brandon, Sabrina Salerno

A 1987 Italian giallo where a centerfold model receives photographs documenting the murders of her colleagues, each arranged around her image. It's a deliberately trashy, blood-soaked thriller that leans into the genre's obsession with beautiful women in danger and inventive kills. For fans of horror spectacle over coherence, of the era when European horror wasn't trying to be respectable.

TMDb rating

2.8

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