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Dario Argento's most notorious work, Suspiria, isn't so much a horror movie as it is a kinetic painting slathered in blood reds, ghostly blues and nauseating greens. Every frame, every shot is a work of fine art worthy of any museum. The sets, the lighting, and of course the blood are candy for the eye. Add Goblin's funky, tense, and flat-out unnerving score and it becomes a feast for the senses, at least two of them anyways. It's enough to make you not care that the plot is a little trite and the acting is a bit stiff, and bear in mind, I am talking about one of my all-time favorite films. I'm sure most of you already know of Suspiria's many merits and few shortcomings, and are more than familiar with the absolutely psychotic soundtrack, but let's just assume for a minute that there are some people out there that have either just been born in the last couple of weeks, or have lived their whole lives with their heads in their asses.