Trauma - Yo, this is ass. I know calling Argento's post-80s output overwhelmingly mediocre ain't even remotely within the realm of hot takes anymore these days but goddamn, how did he lose it so suddenly (and so hard at that)? Was it really just stumbling his way into Hollywood that did him in? This pretty much felt like a giallo film filtered through at least two corporate boardrooms. Some aspects of it still maintain that relatively dreamlike quality a lot of classic gialli tend to have, but the way they're blended into the overall story ends up jarring (talking decapitated heads and such). The end result feels like a standard hollywood thriller and a giallo film clumsily mashed together. Tom Savini was apparently on board for sfx but you wouldn't be able to tell, as he doesn't really seem to get a lot of chances to show off his skills. Also, what's up with Argento weirdly sexualizing his own daughter in most of his 90s films? It feels incredibly awkward.
Wouldn't recommend this, Stendhal Syndrome was in the realm of the so-so but this one I REALLY couldn't get into.