A woman, Diana (Rita Calderoni, whose beautiful eyes still shine through in the
fuzzy looking, low quality version I watched), seems to be at the core of a
man’s, Roibert’s (Isarco Ravaioli),
depressions. Sick of himself and going through what is no doubt an existential
crises, he deeply contemplates and, in a melodramatic bout of playing Russian
roulette with himself, fails at committing suicide, an insult which only seems
to further his unease.
Calling up the lady of his sorrows, Diana, in the midst
of a love affair with her female companion/slave, Yanita (Marie-Paule Bastin), Roibert informs her of his failed attempt at
killing himself, threatening to try again. She hastily comes over to his place,
looking nice and sexy, and Roibert eventually does stab and kill himself while
leaning over her, smearing his blood over her. The neighbor, a strange jester
of a man, Totoletto (Sergio Ammirata,
chewing the scenery like none have ever done before), seems to have witnessed
enough of the incident from the window to decide to have a fun time with the
situation, turning the film into a deranged comedy from here on out.
