Obsession: A Taste for Fear / Un sapore di paura (1988)

0.5 out of 5


A movie so bad that it oozes it's overwhelming toxic pungency through every garish, neon lit frame of shoulder pads and hairspray set in a future that looks like only the 1980s could. More Red Shoe Diaries than Deep Red the whole thing is allegedly a thriller or something but the pretentious nonsense just feels like facsimile of a bad designer beer commercial.

With as much taste as a mouthful of guano this attempt at a yuppie oriented thriller with faux sophistication and 80s revivalist Jazz was probably not a good idea at the time but unlike fine wine this effort has, with age, turned into an extremely unpaletable pissy vinegar. If the film has any appeal it will be to either yuppies who have spent the last two and a half decades in a coma or those with a nostalgia for the sort of gibberish that was construed with an appeal to such types.

For emphasis it may be worth adding that the actual experience is approximately thirty four percent worse than the review makes the film out to be. Essential viewing for post coma yuppies of the sort who would insist, contrary to all the evidence suggesting otherwise, that Nine And A Half Weeks was the sexiest film ever made.




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