Opera is always heading backwards to move forwards, and ends, bizarrely, with its heroine crawling in joyous derangement amidst the primordial plants and critters of the natural world, in an ultimate act of atavism.

Argento's Opera is a film of rare beauty, a celebration of love's absence and the ferocious force of the gaze.

The music's beautiful and specially paired with the beautiful cinematography in this film... I can't really say a lot for the acting unfortunately.

In a career full of nutty, brutal, style-forward horror films, few titles on Dario Argento's resume are as strange, violent, or aesthetically singular as "Opera."