Yes, do tell.
Things get creepy, as sleazy professors, not-so-innocent schoolgirls, and a lurking murderer intermingle in a slick mystery backed by the music of cinema god Ennio Morricone.
And what of Solange, you ask?
She was a student at the posh school at the center of the blood-stained, and fairly kinky, murder spree, but no one has seen her for some time.
Like most Italian giallo films of the ’70s and ’80s, this comes across like a half-remembered dream, a woozy mix of strobing colors and moody music, punctuated by weird camera cuts.
Just the way I like it.