Just by chance, Kitty (Susan Scott) witnesses a murder through public
slot binoculars, however, as it is with binoculars, she does not know
where the murder took place. Nor did she see the face of the killer in
fact, but she reports it to the police anyways, who after a day or two
really find the victim ... and evidence that she is part of a series of
murders and the killer was limping and thus carrying a cane - and the
first suspect inspector Merughi (George Martin) comes up with is
Alberto (Robert Hoffmann), Kitty's boyfriend - bummer.
Meanwhile though, Kitty's journalist friend Lidia (Anuska Borova)
starts doing a little investigating on her own - which she might as well,
since her boyfriend Marco (Simón Andreu) has caught a slight case of
impotence. Soon she comes up with a photo of two people who might have
seen the killer's face when he (she ?) made his/her getaway. Of course,
one of the witnesses soon ends up dead, hte other cannot be found ...
So Alberto and the inspector (who by now no longer thinks Alberto is
the killer) come up with an outrageous idea ... why not claim that Kitty
is this witness, and not only that, why not say she's a streetwalking
prostitute ?
Soon enough, Kitty is dressed up as a cheap whore and walks the street,
but the only one they catch is the chief of police himself ...
Alberto now puts two and two together and figures the killer is after
ballerinas, and soon he and Kitty break into a dancing school - where
Kitty turns out to be really annoying since she has to go to the toilet
every five minutes - to find some evidence against the killer, whoever he
was. And finding evidence Kitty does, but unfortunately the killer is
close behind. He soon enough locks Alberto into a seperate room and
prepares to kill Kitty.
Inspector Merughi intervenes in the nick of time, alarmed by Lidia, and
shoots the killer. The killer turns out to be Lidia's own impotent
boyfriend Marco, who was once pianist at the dancing school and wantied to
become a dancer, which he couldn't because of a slight limp. And now he
wanted to avenge himsself on all the ballerinas who laughed at him ...
Logical structure and credibility were never the strong point of the
Italian serialkiller whodunnit (or giallo if you may) of the 1970's, and
this one really stretches both credibility and reasoning to the limits,
with its protagonists repeatedly taking unnecessary risks upon themselves
instead of leaving matters to the authorities (let's not tell our
conclusions to the police, let's break into the dancing school at night)
and sometimes voluntarily withholding evidence from the police - without
any consequences. Plus, Death Carries a Cane is not all that
well-made that you could overlook these shortcomings in favour of a good
story.
However, all that said, you might find yourself liking this movie
nevertheless (I know I did), maybe because of its naive approach to or its
obvious love for the genre, or maybe its careless story structure makes it
likeable. That said though, don't expect a classic.
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