At under forty minutes Il marito perfetto is a film that is unlikely to outstay it's welcome and this is just as well as it stylistically does little to divert from what have by now become almost horror and action clichés, including the flavour-of-the-month timelapse recorded cloudscape to denote the passage of time. This gives the feature the feeling of a car commercial with added relentless ultraviolence.
However, just when it seems that the by now familiar torture porn sensory assault is going to result in the kind of borefest the remake of I Spit on Your Grave represented, Argentina born director and writer Lucas Pavetto manages to pull a rabbit from the hat as a final act flashback overturns the whole narrative. It will confound those who would no doubt already be formulating thoughts about yet another example of mindless cinematic misogyny. This earns the movie Brownie Points.
While it is clear that this in no way film aimed at the Bava generation there is the slightest hint of Argento's Tenebrae amongst the screaming and bloodletting. However, the film is more likely influenced by both French extreme and American horror film of the moment, against which it holds up reasonably well. This is horror for those who would most likely find Cannibal Holocaust boring or painfully verbose and is, anyway, far more interesting than rubbish like YellowBrickRoad.
On balance Il marito perfetto is a film that can be recommended. Especially to those who find the term high-octane acts on the senses like the skills of some kind of critical fluffer.