Well I got it... First impression are not that positive.
It is more a fan book than an serious exploration of Dario Argento filmography. It doesn't have the same depth as Maitland McDonagh's
Broken Mirrors Broken Minds thesis or Jean-Baptiste Thoret's
Dario Argento Magicien de La Peur (a personnal favorite). Alan Jones is essentially a journalist - reporting facts, trivia and adding little comments. He never really study the movie themselves, never put things in context. It's a shame.
The book has a generous amount of pictures, but most of them are not interesting. There are too many dull actor shots and not enough film captures. Nowhere can we see the astonishing photography of the early Argento films. It's frustrating. Since most films are now available in "print friendly" HD format, I cannot forgive this. I also expected a lot more locandine scans, posters, set shots, etc...
What annoys me also is the excessive amount of pictures of Asia. There are literally hundreds of them, many not even related to Dario's movies, with embarrassing comments such as "
A purity of spirit and the look of love - Asia is a photographer's gift." Alan Jones includes also many of his personal "fan pictures" giggling next to Dario and Asia. In fact, there are more pictures of Alan Jones in this book than of Jessica Harper or David Hemmings! I would expect a bit more distance and neutrality. We all can take a picture next to Dario and Asia... and who cares?
But these are just little nitpicks compared to what bothers me most: the unbalanced panorama of Argento's filmography. Why do we get so many pages about Argento's late career, that everybody consider inferior? Why does a masterpiece like
Deep Red gets only 6 page in a 400 pages book? While
Mother of Tears gets 20 pages? It doesn't make sense...
Concerning the text itself: it's relatively fun to read, if you can ignore stuff like this:
"
The Phantom of the Opera is an absolute joy. It's a work of polished bravura. (...) The Phantom of the Opera is classic Dario Argento shimmering with blistering profundity and stark brilliance. Thoughtful, beautiful and mournful, Italian horror doesn't get much better than this."
