Deep Red (1975)

When I think of Dario Argento films, I think of unbelievably thick latex. I remember all the kills in a particular film, but I remember them as these walled-off, insert shots where hatchets cut into foam-latex that is inches thick and only skin-colored on the outer layer. Divorced from the rest of the film it's rather comical. But when it's actually unfolding on screen, you find yourself imagining those things happening to your actual, non-latex skin. Within the context of the film, at 24 fps, it hurts. And that is why Dario Argento is a master. He can make you feel for a hunk of rubber like it was your own neck.