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[REVIEW] ‘The Strangler’ Is A Rare 70’s French Thriller, Restored to Perfection In HD
The Strangler (1970), directed by Paul Vecchialli, isn’t your typical giallo, but it is captivating, and its shiny new visual sheen is something we can thank Altered Innocence for. A serial killer is plaguing Paris. Lonely women are being picked off one by one and strangled to death by a mystery man. And now, newspaper reporter Simon and his desperate new assistant Anna look to make the most dangerous headline by talking to the culprit face to face.
Giallo January is a fun time here at Horror Press, because for every giallo movie I think I know well, I’m introduced to a completely new one, the presentation of which usually captures my senses entirely. Today’s feature, The Strangler (1970), directed by Paul Vecchialli, isn’t your typical giallo, but it is captivating, and its shiny new visual sheen is something we can thank Altered Innocence for.
A serial killer is plaguing Paris. Lonely women are being picked off one by one and strangled to death by a mystery man. And now, newspaper reporter Simon and his desperate new assistant Anna look to make the most dangerous headline by talking to the culprit face to face.
Altered Innocence Releases a 2k Restoration of The Strangler
Altered Innocence is a film distributor, now also specializing in film restoration of artistic boundary-pushing cinema, as well as distributing countless pieces of queer film history. In terms of things HP fans might recognize, they’re responsible for the release of films like Bertrand Mandico’s Conann and After Blue, the original and Straight Cut rereleases of Gaspar Noe’s Irreversible, the possession movie Luz, and the devastating Spanish feature The Hole In The Fence. And now, we have The Strangler to add to that list (in the original French, L’Etrangleur), which they’ve produced a 2k restoration of.
Before we delve into the story and cinematography of The Strangler, I have to note that this restoration is out of this world. Barring one drop in quality that I could notice, and which took a few seconds to register, every frame of the film is richly brought back to life. We’ve left the grain and grit that might have been on the original print back in the 70s; there’s almost no loss of color or quality, and the audio is impeccable. Even when the film is in one of its quiet moments, it’s amazing to see the clarity in every shot. You can tell this is the way the film was intended to be seen, and I’m very much looking forward to Altered Innocence’s future film restorations.
But is the good transfer in service of a great film? All signs point to yes—with some important caveats for anybody expecting your usual giallo thrills.
The Strangler Restored to Near Pristine Condition
When Altered Innocence labeled this an unconventional entry in the early years of the subgenre, they meant it. Standing as a contrast to its Italian siblings, The Strangler is an anti-giallo in a way: it rejects a story of murderous mystery in favor of a more character-driven, psychological tale, opting to tell one with little intrigue outside of what we get from the characters themselves. The kicker is that the black gloves are never put on, let alone get taken off: we even learn the killer’s identity in the opening scene.
This might have you questioning how it can be considered giallo in the first place. The Strangler still carries the dreamlike aesthetic and quirks of other giallo in its presentation. There is a definite giallo strain in how Vecchiali shot L’Etrangleur; Paris at midnight is the stage for the killer’s crime spree, seen through uncanny camera movements that feel like the cast is being stalked at all times. That’s not to mention that the story takes an odd twist and introduces a new criminal player to the murder spree, completely eschewing the formula (as giallo is want to) and creating a surprising finale that had me unsure how everything would play out.
Does The Strangler Make for Good Giallo Company?
The Strangler is certainly not as scintillating as more gruesome giallo like Deep Red or Bay of Blood, trading plunging knives for strangling scarves. However, it is still fairly sensual, thanks to the movements and performances of its actors. The killer, Emile, played by Jacques Perrin of Cinema Paradiso fame, has an undeniable magnetism to him that is displayed in the uncomfortable sequences where he manages to catch women off guard and come in close for the kill.
In the context of similar horror, The Strangler is a sort of euro-swagger-dipped precursor to films like Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer and even American Psycho, a prescient prototype for movies that serve as a character study of violent men and their vicious desires. In the tradition of the killing sprees reflecting social illnesses and anxieties much larger and much more sprawling than their crimes, this film tackles the isolation and abuse of women as its central theme. And as uncomfortably isolating this exploration of abuse can feel at times, it’s a successful marker of its evocative nature.
The film hinges on Perrin’s line deliveries and mannerisms to make the character a character you want to study. Even though the killer’s identity is already out there, the motives he states plainly still need to be unwrapped and dissected. There’s more than meets the eye to our killer and more than what he says, lurking in dreams and his rare non-murderous interactions.
Altered Innocence’s select library of incredibly well-made and sometimes experimental features has a new member in The Strangler, and it’s a worthy entry to watch for most avid enthusiasts of media restoration, and just about anybody who likes offbeat thriller films, so check it out.
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Brooklyn Horror Film Festival 2025: ‘Buffet Infinity’ Review
Within the found footage subgenre exists an even more niche and untapped market. Screen life has slowly overtaken found footage; hardcore fans, like myself, ache for something different. One of the more interesting sub-subgenres of found footage is something that I don’t think has a name yet, so let’s name it here and now. How about…TV-gone-rogue! The TV-gone-rogue subgenre is small. Ghostwatch got the ball rolling for these gone rogue-like films, but there was radio silence for quite some time. It would be Chris LaMartina’s WNUF Halloween Special that really brought this idea back into the limelight. Many filmmakers have tried to make TV-gone-rogue interesting, and many have failed. That is until Simon Glassman stepped onto the scene with Buffet Infinity.
Buffet Infinity: A Chaotic Tale of Westridge
The town (city?) of Westridge is whisked into chaos when the new Buffet Infinity restaurant rolls into town. Local sandwich shop owner Jennifer Avery (Allison Bench) is the first to take the soon-to-be conglomerate to task with increasingly pointed advertisements. Suddenly, local restaurant owners/workers go missing in droves as Buffet Infinity expands into neighboring businesses. Sinkholes, missing cityfolk, quarantines, and mysterious sounds abound, leaving residents to ask one question…who really has the sauce?
On the Brooklyn Horror Film Festival schedule, the header image for Buffet Infinity shows multiple people T-posing and floating in the sky. I was immediately sold. I had no clue what I was getting into, and I didn’t want to know. The film was introduced as “one of the craziest we have this year.” (Slightly paraphrasing.) What was I about to watch? Little did I know, it was about to be an hour and forty minutes of small-town madness.
Writers Allison Bench and Elisia Snyder, and writer-director Simon Glassman, transport viewers into an upside down world of weaponized local ads; a thriving town invaded by the deep pockets of monopolized capitalism. As someone who grew up in a decently sized town, though probably not large enough to be considered a city, there was a tinge of nostalgia that accompanied Buffet Infinity. Westridge feels cozy and intimate, a town where everyone knows your name. It’s a “baked in a buttery flaky crust” town. Sure, they have their McDonald’s and Burger Kings, but the real townsfolk eat at Jennifer’s sandwich shop–local knitting circles murmur about what they think is in Jennifer’s secret sauce. Simply put, Westridge feels like a home that many people like myself grew up in. And it reminds us of a simpler time that’s long gone.
A Unique Blend of Humor and Eldritch Terror
Buffet Infinity hides its horror well. It slowly guides the viewer into a sense of unease. As easily as the creators have you laughing, they have you squirming. The absurdist joy quickly transforms into Eldritch terrors from beyond. Many filmmakers say they’re inspired by the idea of it’s-not-what-you-see that’s scary, but many times it feels performative. Bench, Glassman, and Snyder have crafted a truly special script that edges you with terror and excitement. They constantly push you to the edge of release, and then back away. It’s the Japanese water torture of exposition. And, for me, it works incredibly well.
One of the most important aspects of Buffet Infinity is the over-capitalization of our lives. While the creators tackle this idea in a tongue-in-cheek manner, their message is highly effective. For the most part. This constant tete-a-tete between Buffet Infinity and the locals is highly amusing, but brings a larger conversation to the forefront. The town I grew up in is a shadow of what it once was. And I know many feel the same about the towns they grew up in. I can already hear the moans of people who dislike this film: “Brandon, it’s not that deep.” And I would highly disagree. Buffet Infinity feels like a reflective protest film–a loud and proud middle finger at what we should have said when the Super Walmart put mom and pops out of business.
Sorry, this review has gone off the rails. Let’s reel it back in a bit.
Why Buffet Infinity Redefines Found Footage
Buffet Infinity is a riotous romp, a hilarious horror that goes from zero to 100 pretty damn fast. Each commercial slowly builds on its last and uniquely tells its story. This film sets a new precedent for the TV-gone-rogue subgenre. Not to directly compare, but a film like WNUF Halloween Special (a film I love) uses its commercials as a coda; it’s a separation of what you saw/heard and prepares you for the next movement. Buffet Infinity uses its commercial to create the story. Instead of watching news pieces, then irrelevant commercials, then back to news pieces, Buffet Infinity breaks the mold. Hell, it creates the mold.
As someone who has been dying to see a Welcome to Nightvale film, Buffet Infinity is the closest thing I could ask for. It is full of killer performances (looking at you, Ahmed Ahmed), is well-crafted, and sets a new precedent on an underutilized side of found footage. Buffet Infinity is a full-course meal. I highly suspect that Buffet Infinity will gather the unwavering support that Hundreds of Beavers gathered and will go on to be considered an instant classic of the 2020s.
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Brooklyn Horror Film Fest 2025: ‘It Needs Eyes’ Review
We are all very much aware of how much time we spend on our phones. More importantly, anyone on the internet can see how younger generations are impacted by being constantly online. So, Zack Ogle and Aaron Pagniano’s new film, It Needs Eyes, is preaching to the choir. However, it adds creepy layers to the conversations many of us are already having today.
It Needs Eyes follows a teen named Rowan (Raquel Lebish) who is moving in with her aunt after a traumatic event. Her aunt Mella (Lydia Fiore) hasn’t spoken to the family in years. So, her relationship with her niece is strained to say the least. However, she has stepped in now that Rowan’s father is in the hospital. Further widening their divide is the fact that Rowan is glued to her phone.
The Internet Is Scary
We see Rowan watching random videos, as she tries to distract herself from her own thoughts while she worries about her father. However, soon, cat videos aren’t doing it for her, and she starts to find extreme videos online. Things escalate to the point that she is watching self-harm videos and clips of people dying. This addiction begins to make it hard for her to connect with the people around her, including her new neighbor and love interest, Alex (Isadora Leiva).
It Needs Eyes has a protagonist that many can relate to. After all, aren’t we all using these smart devices to hide from our own problems? Who among us hasn’t lost an embarrassing amount of hours watching videos and reels? However, because it’s driving in the internet addiction lane, Rowan’s need for content escalates. She needs darker videos in the same way that someone makes the leap into harder drugs. Her journey parallels nicely with her father’s battle with addiction, which is one of the many things Rowan doesn’t seem ready to face.
Addiction and Loneliness are a Deadly Combo
Rowan’s addiction, loneliness, and inability to fully connect with people not on her phone eventually leads her to stumble across the ultimate score. She discovers a woman named Fishtooth (Lola Blanc) who made videos in the 80s and seemingly disappeared. Rowan cannot let this mystery go and soon begins to follow clues that Fishtooth may be closer than she thinks. This is where the creepy mystery thread begins to weave itself around all of the other threads of the film. Before Fishtooth was introduced, I was starting to worry this movie would just be seven fucked up images in a trench coat.
It Needs Eyes is one of those movies you go back and forth on. I loved discussing the themes of it in the bar after the Brooklyn Horror Film Fest screening. I even really dug some of the twisted imagery and topics it manages to tackle. The movie deserves some respect for how it handles so many issues surrounding internet culture without straying too far from its path. If you’re looking for a dark exploration of how the internet is absorbing us and preventing us from being present in our actual lives, this is your movie. It’s an interesting and at times disturbing reminder that we should all unplug more often.


