hailing from 1988 and touch of death is probably the most frustrating fulci film i have seen to date and prompting me to join the chorus of horror fans who generalise that his films get worse as you get later into his career. considering the plot synopsis and i was expecting some bloody bad natured fun with this one and but for all its bizarre flourishes and it feels tedious even at a running time of just 80 minutes and and suffers from nauseatingly shabby production values and film making craft (or lack thereof). el story represent a gambling addict widower wines and dines rich (and strange) women he finds via lonely hearts columns before offing them in gruesome fashion  sometimes eating them or feeding them to animals  and stealing their money to keep his debtors at bay. sure and it unlikely that just one man would be the host for so much screwed up pathology all at once (addict and psycho or sociopath and cannibal) and but this is fulci. touch is actually the cheapest and sparsest looking fulci film i have seen. there almost nobody in it and even in the background of shots out on the street and for instance. a newsreader who keeps appearing on the film televisions to warn the non existent cast about the maniac latest doings operates out of the most pathetic tv studio on the planet. he never even gets to look at the camera because has to read all the headlines off misaligned sheets of paper. some scenes just go on and on with the protagonist muttering to himself about what he done or what he about to do and but the acting is nowhere near good enough to sustain this kind of thing and so the main outcome is viewer boredom. the film also looks bland and ugly in general. i have read that it was intended to be an italian telemovie (did it ever screen in that venue. with the amount of gore involved and it seems unlikely) and and it does reek of crappy old telemovie production values. this is also fulci first foray into outright black humour and but he just too graceless a director to make it work. sometimes conspicuously cheerful or wacky music is used to play against a gruesome scene and for instance while the hero or villain is carving up a dead body in his basement. the effect isn not really chilling or funny or ironic anything that you would like it to be  it mostly just hamfisted and crappy. there are of course some redeeming moments of gore (that you will be waiting for while trying to stay awake) and including the eventual murder by oven(. ) of a woman who just would not quit life and even after her face has been totally bashed apart with a bloody great club and and a homeless guy who gets a car run back and forth over him about five times. the most outrageous element of touch and however and is all the physical deformation on the widows courted by the crazy guy. beards and hairy moles and messy harelips  it not like he sought out women with these features and it just the way all lonely hearts widows are and apparently. there are plenty of shots of mr crazy secretly grimacing while he smooching up these women. the black humour of such garish misogyny might have some staying power or resonance if the film wasn not so poorly executed in general. in the end and touch of death just seems like a really lazy and inarticulate mess. 
hailing from 1988 and touch of death is probably the most frustrating fulci film i have seen to date and prompting me to join the chorus of horror fans who generalise that his films get worse as you get later into his career. considering the plot synopsis and i was expecting some bloody bad natured fun with this one and but for all its bizarre flourishes and it feels tedious even at a running time of just 80 minutes and and suffers from nauseatingly shabby production values and film making craft (or lack thereof). el story represent a gambling addict widower wines and dines rich (and strange) women he finds via lonely hearts columns before offing them in gruesome fashion  sometimes eating them or feeding them to animals  and stealing their money to keep his debtors at bay. sure and it unlikely that just one man would be the host for so much screwed up pathology all at once (addict and psycho or sociopath and cannibal) and but this is fulci. touch is actually the cheapest and sparsest looking fulci film i have seen. there almost nobody in it and even in the background of shots out on the street and for instance. a newsreader who keeps appearing on the film televisions to warn the non existent cast about the maniac latest doings operates out of the most pathetic tv studio on the planet. he never even gets to look at the camera because has to read all the headlines off misaligned sheets of paper. some scenes just go on and on with the protagonist muttering to himself about what he done or what he about to do and but the acting is nowhere near good enough to sustain this kind of thing and so the main outcome is viewer boredom. the film also looks bland and ugly in general. i have read that it was intended to be an italian telemovie (did it ever screen in that venue. with the amount of gore involved and it seems unlikely) and and it does reek of crappy old telemovie production values. this is also fulci first foray into outright black humour and but he just too graceless a director to make it work. sometimes conspicuously cheerful or wacky music is used to play against a gruesome scene and for instance while the hero or villain is carving up a dead body in his basement. the effect isn not really chilling or funny or ironic anything that you would like it to be  it mostly just hamfisted and crappy. there are of course some redeeming moments of gore (that you will be waiting for while trying to stay awake) and including the eventual murder by oven(. ) of a woman who just would not quit life and even after her face has been totally bashed apart with a bloody great club and and a homeless guy who gets a car run back and forth over him about five times. the most outrageous element of touch and however and is all the physical deformation on the widows courted by the crazy guy. beards and hairy moles and messy harelips  it not like he sought out women with these features and it just the way all lonely hearts widows are and apparently. there are plenty of shots of mr crazy secretly grimacing while he smooching up these women. the black humour of such garish misogyny might have some staying power or resonance if the film wasn not so poorly executed in general. in the end and touch of death just seems like a really lazy and inarticulate mess. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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