I think I got a contact high off the black and white cinematography.

Alright, actually it were my friends Warsteiner and Jamesons what got me drunk but the wild blacks and whites veritably chasing each other across the screen really knocked me on my ass! I sort of zoned out on the plot about half-way through (that's the accepted method of watching a giallo, right?) and just focused on the psychedelic black-and-whiteness. Maybe I'll procure a marijuana cigarette or two and watch it again.

Come on, clown, sing us a chorus from Pagliacci!