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I must begin this review by being honest.

Three young, modern, attractive Parisian types arrive for no stated reason at the chateau, spouting psychobabble, convinced that the girls are delusional and mad, needing help.

Rollin does for horror films what Suzuki Seijun does for the gangster film, or Leone for the Western - he blows it to pieces to create something otherworldly and new.

I mean, under all the visual verbiage, there is a plot of sorts.

I think the film's 'failure' to lucidly communicate is actually the point.

And he does - there are images here no mainstream director would dare attempt.

The alluring young women are influenced and controlled by a enigmatic disembodied voice which turns out to be the an aging, aristocratic lord of the manor, whose motives are unclear but clearly perverse.

Fragments of this plot get lost in a mass of possibly meaningless symbolism although I actually know someone who can make everything in TWIN PEAKS: FIRE WALK WITH ME fit coherently, so I'll suspend judgement.

But he does have an eye.

This is presumably Rollin's intention, to destroy the arrogant assumptions of all systems of meaning.