A long travel in the personal hell of a misunderstood artist. Decadence and the devil-ish side of art market are here favorite themes. Elio Petri orchestrates the whole thing masterfully. About the form it is slightly erratic, experimental but it does not lack of originality, especially for this kind of tense, nervous film. The free-form contemporary ensemble used for the soundtrack emphasizes the eerie facet.
An arthouse ghost story with some of the most pathological uses of style that I have ever seen. With frantic camerawork and loud audio at times, then quiet and subtle atmosphere other times, getting you into the headspace of Nero's artist mood swings, and challenging notions of narrative and perception in cinema, like Antonioni. Too fragmented for enjoyment and too abstract for easy analysis, but intriguing.