<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Argento - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/argento/</link><description>Latest from the Argento desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Oct 2024 13:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/argento/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Giallo's Fingerprints on the Modern Slasher</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/the-giallos-fingerprints-on-the-modern-slasher/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;The American slasher likes to tell a tidy origin story about itself — a masked killer, a group of teenagers, a final survivor, all of it springing fully formed from a handful of late-1970s films. It is a good story and it is missing a continent. Nearly every mechanism the slasher treats as its own invention was already running, a decade earlier, in the Italian thrillers called &lt;em&gt;gialli&lt;/em&gt;, named for the yellow covers of the cheap crime paperbacks they descended from. The black-gloved killer, the point-of-view stalk, the elaborately staged death, the amateur who has to solve the murders because the police cannot — Italy built all of it first, and the fingerprints are still on the modern slasher, smeared but unmistakable, if you know where to look.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 20 Oct 2024 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>