Ricardo Freda, a well regarded director in the history of Italian cinema (along with contemporaries like Mario Bava who accepted assignments Freda left from), was responsible for this strange bit of hokum, with supernatural leanings, containing black mass devil worship, including a silly conclusion which lays out the demonic menace and what was plaguing lead actress Camille Keaton (who wasn't much of an actress but Freda seemed more concerned with her beauty and how to frame shots of her using candlelight, wind-rustling curtains, etc) via Hitchcock's Psycho (Paul Muller comes in, like Simon Oakland did in Psycho, explaining Norman's plight, talking about Lady Alexander and her relation to what is happening to Keaton throughout the film after the incident during the "tragic ceremony")in ridiculous detail (the one doing so hasn't been seen at all throughout the film and shouldn't have any knowledge whatsoever about any of what was occurring to Keaton), but if you like films that are "out there", maintaining an oddball mood, then perhaps "Tragic Ceremony" is your kind of entertainment. I have to admit that I thought it had some serious pacing issues, lulls at the beginning and shortly after the "big scene" (where the bizarre slaughter of the black mass cult assembled in the lair of Lord Alexander and Lady Alexander's castle, all killing each other (!) after a human sacrifice is interrupted takes place), but "Tragic Ceremony" allows Carlo Rambaldi to showcase his gruesome special effects which includes a sword splitting a face in half, a gunshot to the forehead, a decapitation, and a dagger stabbing (also we see a face with a missing lower jaw)to the stomach. The main cast couldn't act if their life depended on it, with Keaton (Day of the Woman) cold on screen, not any better than those around her. Luciana Paluzzi (Thunderball), as Lady Alexander, and Luigi Pistilli (Your Vice Is a Locked Room and Only I Have the Key), as Lord Alexander, have minor supporting parts, but because of the limited screen time, they fail to add enough oomph to raise the quality of this rather hopeless exercise in futility. Some impressive visual moments with Keaton in the castle, along with Rambaldi's work, are about all this film has going for it. Once the film leaves the Alexander castle, I felt the film never quite recovers—it seems as if the film was built for the portion within the castle while everything else seems less inspired, although a subplot involving trust fund baby Bill (Tony Isbert) and his adulterous mom is given some time. Not sure what to make of Bill's fate, with the green make-up. There's also a weird additional character, a gas station attendant who might be more than he appears, who affects the lives of the twenty-somethings, responsible for leading them to the Alexanders to begin with. Máximo Valverde is Keaton's lover and Giovanni Petti is the tagalong guitar playing crooner of the foursome. Interesting footnote is the use of the Sharon Tate murders, mentioning the Manson cult, in dialogue of a news broadcast describing similarities to the black mass massacre at the Alexanders' castle.

Markets of horror ideas move forward by bringing in discredited scholarly ideas, urban legends and the latest news. I've always suspected that the right turn in horror from lone psychos to satanic cults around about 1970 was motivated by fears aroused by the Manson Murder of Sharon Tate. Freda makes explicit reference to the similarity between Tate and the eight dead bodies in a mansion visited by a group of what are called hippies, though hair over the ear and a silk shirt does not a hippie make, when they watch the news on TV afterwards. Clearly then the movie implicates the innocent stumblers upon a satanic coven as guilty by association to what was going on in the news. Other than the frisson of a script trying to tease a story out of that possibility, however, this movie is pretty flat. Even the satanic rituals, though stylishly grounded in suits of armor, family crests, black everything, censers with airborne hallucinogens, and a helter skelter riot of murder, are bit odd. The setpiece of the movie is one acolyte getting his head sliced in half, and with a flashback we see that lovely moment five times. The connecting link is that the girl of the hippie group, played with eery awkwardness by waspy Camille Keaton, after they get in out of the rain at the castle, is lured by cellar chanting wetbreasted out of her bath and ends up horizontal under a sacrificial knife. The shot when she descends a grand staircase in steely blue billowing with stormtossed curtains communicates the terrible threshold (repeating an equally impressive grand staircase initiation shot in the same year's All the Colors of the Dark). The escape sequence , which also involves some deaths, is explained at the end. The chief priestess (Luciana Paluzzi) was stabbed, and is dying, but that is the point when extrasensory perception in a medium is at the utmost, allowing her spirit to jump into Keaton's body and then through Keaton have revenge and then when Keaton finally dies she is reborn. Why, this comes straight out of authentic Euro folklore going back to the third century, again explaining why its important to watch Italian horror. The fact that the movie is putatively set in Anglo Saxon locales such as Chelsea and that Scotland Yard shows up, when everything is obviously rural Italian, suggests how very strong the pull of Hammer England was to all Euro horror then (see also Seven Deaths in a Cats Eye).

Camille Keaton (best known for "I Spit on Your Grave") stars as Jane, one of four young people who run out of gas and are forced to spend the night at Lord Alexander's mansion. But Alexander and his wife are into some diabolical games -- Jane is hand-picked as a "virgin sacrifice". A ruckus ensues and the second half of the film has the gang of four trying to hide from police when they feel they might be implicated i na murder.This film, more properly titled "From the Secret Police Archives of a European Capital" is considered by some to be a cult classic. I don't know why. It has some things going for it -- Camille Keaton, who is alluring in a strange way (she shouldn't be attractive but in some scenes has such an innocent face). Some of the deaths are incredible, such as a head split in two (though this is diminished when they flash back eight times). And the makeup is astounding, particularly on Camille later in the film (I won't give this away... wait for it).But, overall, the film is nothing special. The camera work is awful ("shaky cam" all the time), the editing is very rough, with cuts tat don't line up right. And other than five minutes at Lord Alexander's mansion and the last few minutes, it's a boring plot. Mostly just kids sitting around and we're not really told their relationship to each other (Jane seems to be dating all of them). Oh, and plot holes. Who is the mysterious man at Bill's mother's house? What's the story with the pearls? Even the "twist" revealed later on has some hard-to-believe elements in it. Maybe I need to see it again, but I found most of this to be just a bit bland.The best and worst of the film is with the gas station attendant. On the plus side, we have a gas station encounter leading to a murderous house. I have often given "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" credit for starting this trend, but this film has a contentious claim to it as well. Someone should explore the history of this more. Why is this also the worst? Because the attendant is said to be "a relative of the devil" or "a ghost" but this is never explained. If the writer of this film lives, I need to track him down and beat him until he gives me answers.After these complaints, you'll be surprised to see me saying that you should see this film. But, if you like "cult films", Camille Keaton, old Italian movies or the 1970s approach to horror, this is a good title to be aware of. I do think it deserves a second chance from me... Oh ,and don't try to play the smoking game to this one (smoking whenever characters smoke) because you'll lose.

This late-ish effort from Freda plays as a modern day (70's that is) Gothic thriller, but comes out short of thrills. Certainly it's not a dreadfully bad film, it's jut got that feeling which many of Freda's later films have of someone who has given up when he's seen the first daily's. It starts out good enough, almost giallo like in tone, then takes a turn into Gothic territories with a decent (albeit terribly cliché) set up. Then suddenly Freda seems to have lost interest in the film and all we get is prolonged shots of Camille Keaton and burning candles. Then circa an hour into the film we get some sort of violent climax with decent-to-poor special effects. This is followed by a slow paced outro with a very obvious twist ending (If it's even intended to be a twist?). And throw a few very halfhearted explanatory scenes along the way and you got Tragic Ceremony. Thus in parts it's got its qualities. But then suddenly stumbles and collapses in front of you. A pity.btw stay away from the SHAROMA DVD, a useless murky pan& scan edition which kills of what could be a good visual experience.