The Bird with the Crystal Plumage (1970)

I'm not racist against perverts, alright? Anyway fun times with some insane lines and some truly baffling character decisions that go nowhere. Some great embryonic Argento—smoke-wreathed neighbourhoods under perpetual lived-in decay, grimy backroads and warehouses inhabited by perverse mystics, high-tech police labs full of pointless whirring machines… high culture mixed with bloody murder, all wrapped up with the too-pat psychiatric theory of the era.