Listen. Dario Argento is a legend, an icon. He's 82 years young and he's got a dozen classic horror movies under his belt. And in the past year the man just gave a fine, understatedly moving performance in Gaspar Noe's Vortex. He doesn't need to do anything else to cement his legacy... and when it's come to directing movies over the past two or so decades I usually find myself wishing that he wouldn't! But I'm glad he made Dark Glasses, his latest very-much-him spin on the giallo that just screened at Fantasia, because it's weird and it's goofy and it's funny and it's stylish and it's got a great soundtrack and I actually enjoyed it? more than I've enjoyed any of his movies since 1996 with The Stendhal Syndrome I suppose, and 90% of my enjoyment of Stendhal is just Thomas Kretschmann playing a stupidly sexy creep. Dark Glasses has those oddball dream-logic flourishes that only Argento could come up with, and while its mystery isn't all that interesting the way he inexplicably goes about telling it is. Is his leading lady too much of a mannequin cartoon person to take seriously for a single second? For sure. But for that scene with the snakes alone I will forever think of this movie fondly.