Death Has Blue Eyes (1976) – Film Review
Director: Nico Mastorakis
Cast: Jessica Dublin, Maria Aliferi, Peter Winter
by Sarah Morgan
Boobs, bums, some supernatural nonsense, more boobs and even more bums. Yes, Death Has Blue Eyes has been given a shiny Blu-ray release – but why, I’m not really sure.
The sun-kissed scenes look pretty good, but this slice of Euro soft-core silliness isn’t really worth the time and effort. I’d hoped, when the movie started, that I was about to be treated to a previously little-known chiller in the Italian giallo vein, so I was left rather disappointed.
It’s a shame, because there’s a kernel of a good idea here. Unfortunately it’s woefully underdeveloped, and I ended up wondering if, as the material was so short, the director, Nico Mastorakis, decided to pad it out to feature-length with some pretty awful sex scenes. Either that or he just couldn’t make up his mind what kind of film he was making, so threw as much at it as he could in the hope that something would stick.
The story focuses on two friends, Bob and Chris. Bob is a Vietnam veteran who flies out to Greece to meet up with Chris; the pair are keen to let their hair down and have fun, which seems to involve seducing as many different women as they can while wearing quite shockingly awful underwear.
However, they put their plans on hold when they meet the mysterious Geraldine and Christine. They’re in danger from some mysterious bikers and Bob and Chris agree to help protect them. The women also seem to have some kind of psychic bond that allows them to control their adversaries’ minds, leading to all manner of mayhem.
But what the fellas don’t realise is that the older woman, Geraldine, is hiding a shocking secret…
Peter Winter, Hristos Nomikos, Jessica Dublin and Maria Aliferi take the lead roles and none of them excel themselves, although you have to feel sorry for them in a way – they have to contend with some pretty awful dialogue.
Nobody really comes out of the film with much credit apart from, maybe, the cinematographer, who at least makes each scene look attractive.
Those who do brave the movie for curiosity’s sake would be as well off fast forwarding through the supposedly saucy bits – they’re not titillating, just a bit sad. It would make the entire production mercifully short too.
As is often the case with such releases, the special features are better than the film and include revealing interviews with both Aliferi and Mastorakis.