Fulci traps everyone in his illogical, uncanny canvas of errant ideas and associations.

Atmosphere alone can't keep this creaky pseudo-zombie flick from rapidly decaying into confusing, derivative tedium.

Even by Argento standards, Fulci's film is nonsensical to the point of distraction.

The effort is sloppy at times, unbelievably goofy as well, but there's something special about this messy presentation of torment and suffering, finding Fulci uniquely motivated to create a bizarre, art-inspired screen nightmare.