The horror genre has known few voices greater or more influential than Dario Argento, a master craftsman and revolutionary stylist who, from his debut feature The Bird With the Crystal Plumage in 1970 through the late 1980s, is responsible for some of the best horror movies ever made: Deep Red, Suspiria, Tenebrae, Phenomena. In 1987, he wrote and directed what might be his final masterpiece, the giallo-tinged slasher Opera, arguably his most technically accomplished -- and bloodiest -- film. While more of a standard whodunit than his abstract supernatural efforts, there is such precision to the photography, such expertly staged choreography both in front of and behind the camera, that the movie deserves to be named among his greatest works if only for the dazzling purity of the filmmaking on display.
But let’s back up for a second. There is an obsession with the eyes that runs through the history of Italian horror, from the voyeuristic POV sequences of many a giallo film to the endless eyeball trauma in the work of Lucio Fulci. Lamberto Bava’s Delirium contains a striking image in which a woman’s entire face becomes an enormous eye; Umberto Lenzi made a movie in 1975 called, quite literally, Eyeball. Argento’s Opera is a film fascinated by the process of “looking,” opening as it does on the eyes of a raven that later sees the killer’s face and becomes a recurring motif throughout the story, ultimately playing a major role in the movie’s denouement as a flock of ravens attacks the opera house, plucking and eating -- what else? -- the killer’s eyeball during a climactic performance of Macbeth. Like the Greek myth of Oedipus, the killer is literally blinded for having sexual congress not with his own mother, but with Betty’s years earlier when he was a young man.
If the narrative of Opera is a shade weaker than other Argento classics -- and I would contend that its mystery is less compelling than the likes of Tenebrae or Deep Red -- he certainly never acts like it. This is his most confidently directed film, with every shot, camera move, and every cut carefully staged for maximum visceral impact. The technical filmmaking on display in Opera gives even the most devoted Hitchcock acolyte -- Brian De Palma, for example—a run for his money in its sheer visual storytelling. The theme of “looking” extends from the characters on screen to cinematographer Ronnie Tyler’s camera lens to us in the audience, with Argento guiding our eye at every turn, expertly telling us what to see and when.
It’s a more eclectic mix than the usual Argento soundtrack, but that represents the director’s efforts to evolve and push himself in new directions after more than a decade of mastering the form. Opera is, in many ways, the end of the Golden Age of Argento; he wouldn’t direct another solo feature for six years (1993’s Trauma) and, as far as this writer is concerned, never again matched the quality of his output from this period.
To call Opera Argento’s last great movie is not to discredit the remainder of his career, which certainly contains its share of films that range from good to interesting (as well as a few better not mentioned), nor is it to suggest that the achievements of Opera are as good as the director ever got. Most filmmakers are lucky if they can craft a single masterpiece in the course of their careers. Argento has five or six to his credit. 1987 was a legendary year for genre movies, but one of its most significant contributions will forever be that it gave us the last best film from one of the greatest horror filmmakers of all time. Now that’s something to sing about.
Blu-ray release date: January 23, 2018
DTS HD Master Audio 5.1 (English), DTS HD Master Audio 2.0 (English)
Blu-ray bonus features:
Dario Argento interview
William McNamara interview