Directed by Mario Bava
1963
Italy
When later asked about his film The Girl Who Knew Too Much,
director Mario Bava responded that he did not regard it fondly. In
addition to being “preposterous,” he mentioned that it left such an
insignificant impression on him that he couldn’t even remember the
actors who played the leads. “Perhaps it could have worked with James
Stewart and Kim Novak,” he remarked. Yes, maybe if he had the same
actors as Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo (1958) the film would have been more famous. But as it stands, The Girl Who Knew Too Much
is seen by many critics as a technically accomplished but insignificant
entry in Bava’s oeuvre. And, in many respects, the film’s lukewarm
reception isn’t unwarranted. The story is clumsy, rife with
inappropriate (and ineffective) comic relief, and greatly overshadowed
by the cinematography. And yet, The Girl Who Knew Too Much may
very well be one of the most important horror films in history. Why?
Because it served as a bridge between the horror of Hitchcock and
Hollywood and the future of Italian horror, a much beloved and often
imitated genre known simply as the “giallo.”
Giallo, the Italian word for “yellow,” is a term used to describe
a series of mystery novels published by Mondadori in the late 1920s
which boasted bright yellow covers. As the series became more popular,
other publishers mimicked Mondadori’s marketing techniques until the
term giallo became synonymous with the mystery genre. The term continued to evolve when giallo stories were adapted for the cinema. And, indeed, The Girl Who Knew Too Much was the very first giallo: a film hybrid mixing the mystery, horror, and thriller genres. Bava would further define the giallo with Blood and Black Lace
(1964), a film which introduced extremely graphic and stylized violence
(almost always committed against beautiful women) and an iconic black
disguise donned by the narrative’s main killer. However, Blood and Black Lace’s contributions to the genre were mostly visual. It was The Girl Who Knew Too Much that would establish the traditional giallo narrative structure.
Much as the film’s title would suggest, The Girl Who Knew Too Much
was heavily influenced by the work of Alfred Hitchcock. It centers
around a young American woman named Nora who travels to Rome in order to
meet her aunt. However, almost immediately after she arrives she finds
herself in the middle of a terrible murder plot. First, her aunt dies
when she goes to see her. Next, she is mugged in the Piazza di Spagna.
And finally, she witnesses a bearded man murder a young woman and drag
her body away before she can alert the authorities. There are two very
Hitchcock-esque traits to be found in these opening scenes. First, Nora
is an innocent woman thrown into violent circumstances beyond her
control. In Hitchcock’s films, this frequently manifested itself as the
Wrongly Accused Hero plot archetype. Second, whenever Nora tries to tell
people about what she saw, she is dismissed or ignored. Together, these
create a perverse atmosphere of paranoia and dread; a sense that the
world is cruelly and deliberately conspiring against the protagonist.
After
the attack, Nora decides to independently pursue the truth surrounding
that terrible murder. A devoted reader of mystery novels (we see her
reading one on the plane to Italy) the likes of which inspired the film
to begin with, she starts her own investigation. Along the way, she
makes several allies: Dr. Marcello Bassi, the man who had been caring
for Nora’s aunt, Laura Torrani, one of her aunt’s dear friends who lets
her stay in her house, and an investigative reporter named Landini who
had been investigating a series of murders attributed to the “Alphabet
Killer,” a serial killer known for picking out victims with names in
alphabetical order (“A” -- Gina Abbart, “B” -- Maria Beccati, “C” --
Emily Craven). However, it doesn’t take long for her snooping to catch
the attention of unwanted parties. She receives an ominous phone call
that says, “D is for death.” Nora’s last name? Davis.
Watching The Girl Who Knew Too Much, I was struck by how often
Bava mimicked Hitchcock’s cinematographic techniques. The film’s black
and white photography was obviously largely inspired by Hollywood film noir’s
high-contrast, expressionist cinematography. But Bava seems to
transform the camera itself into an omnipresent character. One shot in
particular reminded me of the famous Sebastian mansion tracking shot in Notorious (1946):
when Laura first invites Nora into her home, the camera tracks them as
move through the rooms before breaking away from the two women and
zooming in on the doors of Laura’s husband’s locked study. Then, via an
unfortunate smash edit, it continues to zoom in until it focuses on a
picture of Laura’s husband. While much of the rest of the film’s
blocking, framing, and camera movements are highly subjective and
reflect Nora’s state of mind, this shot is an enigma. There are
literally no characters nearby who could be seeing what the audience is
witnessing. This shot is from the camera’s point of view and
exists for the benefit of the audience. In a stylistic flourish that Hitchcock frequently indulged in and practically perfected, the audience is transformed from fellow spectators into voyeurs.
And, essentially, voyeurism is at the heart of giallo. As the genre would evolve, it would become more and more indulgent with its use of colors, sets, and murder scenes. Red herrings, like some of the plot cul-de-sacs in The Girl Who Knew Too Much, would become a favored technique of giallo directors to keep its protagonists, and by extension the audience, misdirected and confused. Why were so many giallo victims women? Probably because, on a very primal and unspeakable level, killing a beautiful woman is like smashing a stained glass window with a rock. Both are destructive acts, but they are impossible to look away from. We take perverse pleasure in watching such corruption and annihilation. Where did this sense of voyeurism come from? Hitchcock. And in between Hitchcock and giallo is Mario Bava. Or, more specifically, The Girl Who Knew Too Much.