Dario Argento: Panico Review – Portrait of the Artist in Red

In a dark corner of cinema exists the vibrant, brutal world of Italian horror maestro Dario Argento. His films crackle with stylized violence, leaving trails of glorious gore that say as much about human psyche as Hitchcock. But to fans, Dario’s more than a shock schlock merchant – he’s a visionary who used horror’s smoke and mirrors to show us unflinching truths.

Suspiria, Deep Red, Tenebrae – these iconic films bore his signature mix of dream logic and razor slashes. Their madness had meaning to those willing to descend into the maelstrom. So while the mainstream turned away, horror hounds and highfalutin critics alike saw majesty in the master’s mayhem.

Now 84 winters old, Dario’s still slicing up celluloid – not content to rest on laurels lined with blood red velvet. And a new documentary gives us a peek behind the legend…into the method, and yes, madness that fueled this filmic force of nature. Strap in gorehounds, it’s gonna get messy!

A Bloody Valentine to the Maestro

The man bold enough to document Dario’s dark dreams is director Simone Scafidi. His love letter to Argento, Dario Argento: Panico, finds the maestro holed up in a hotel suite – sequestered like the days when his twisted imagination birthed genre classics.

We peek over Dario’s shoulder as he scribbles feverishly, concocting new cinematic brews. Inter-spliced are trips down memory lane with family, friends and famous fans. The mix keeps things fresh while exploring what drives this horror hound.

Dario’s kin offer intimate insights, like daughter Asia recalling how classic films were their twisted take on home movies. Sister Fiore and ex-wife Marisa add additional brushes to paint a portrait of the artist as an enigma.

Frequent collaborators, including producer Claudio Argento, make clear that perfectionism and stubbornness fuel Dario’s brilliant madness. Testimonials from mentees like Michele Soavi show reverence for the Godfather of Giallo, warts and all.

Some heavyweight horror directors join the chorus, too. Guillermo Del Toro waxes wise on how Dario’s films hostage our psyche, while Nicolas Winding Refn muses on their abstract artfulness. But beyond the gushing praise, there are sincere attempts to decode the director’s method to the macabre.

Scafidi himself is clearly a superfan, evident in visual odes that mirror and honor Dario’s aesthetic. If more critical voices are missing, the director succeeds in his mission – giving devotees a glimpse behind Dario’s blood-red velvet curtain.

A Maestro Emerges

Dario’s origin story has hints of destiny – born into an artsy family, with photographer mom and film exec dad. But privilege only opened the door…his ascent to horror icon status came from raw creative juice and willingness to push boundaries.

After small writing gigs, he shocked audiences with 1970’s The Bird With Crystal Plumage – a visual feast of inventive kills that cemented his stylistic calling card.

From then on, Argento’s world was wrapped in odd logic and vivid colors – nightmare visions dialing psychosis to 11 while keeping an artful eye.

He continued refining his voice in classics like Deep Red and Suspiria  – the latter a fractured fairy tale establishing his love for tortured female leads. Both demonstrated his core pillars – lavish visuals, pulses quickened by music from Goblin or Keith Emerson, and murder set pieces so gorgeous they verge on abstract art.

Not all were on board as Dario embraced brutality with beauty. But defenders saw calculated craft behind the cold blooded killer – and an auteur unafraid to warp reality and plumb psychological depths in ways his Italian forebears, like Sergio Leone, never could.

Argento mined familial fears in films like Phenomena – with Donald Pleasance as a wheelchair bound entomologist (!) helping psychic teen Jennifer Connelly tap into her bug powers(!!). Dario demands suspension of disbelief – but rewards those daring to buy a ticket to crazy town with indelible imagery.

Opera and Tenebrae saw Argento further meshing high contrast lighting, slow motion and intricate camera moves to create cinematic rattraps – at once complicated and claustrophobic. The miracle is they retain coherence and impact despite aggressively chucking logic out the window.

In later years, as wild visions became self parody for some, critical appraisal dimmed. But one peek at current cinema landscape shows Dario’s DNA strands everywhere – from his acting daughter Asia to stylistic successors like Nicolas Winding Refn.

The Maestro has earned semi-retirement. But Argento remains an exemplar for marrying mayhem and meaning. And through it, finds truth in the beautiful and terrible.

Behind the Legend, a Mortal Man

Spending time in Hotel Dario, we get tidbits that color in the director beyond the larger-than-life figure. They may not fully solve the enigma, but do reveal the artist’s humanity.

We discover a well-born mama’s boy whose artsy mother Elda captivated him with her photographs of glamorous women. Her lens likely shaped Dario’s cinematic obsessions. Old clips show a goofy, attention-hungry kid hamming it up for family films – perhaps early evidence of a hunger for the limelight.

A possessive streak emerges in touches about Dario’s relationship with former partner and muse Daria Nicolodi. The tempestuous creative pairing birthed genre cornerstones like Suspiria before its collapse. Yet Nicolodi remains under his skin, as she’s oddly ever-present in Dario’s hotel room…almost serving as spiritual guardian.

More insights come courtesy of daughter Asia. Beyond nursing childhood shame at dad’s bloody profession, she paints an exacting taskmaster – one who viewed family as bit players in service of his meticulously constructed scenes. Tales from the set reveal demanding lengths Dario goes for his art, like repeatedly sticking needles near lead actress Cristina Marsillach’s eyes in Opera.

Mr. Argento is no heart-on-sleeve soul searcher though. When Asia challenges him to explain rocky patches post-Opera, he shrugs it off as simple creative ebb and flow. Prying deeper emotions or explanations from the Maestro proves fruitless.

In the end, what enthralls isn’t some hidden Rosebud unlocking Dario’s mind. It’s simply observing the continued devotion to craft – fiddling endlessly with water glasses to capture the perfect light or chasing the muse’s call in dead of night despite pushing 84. Genius does what it wants on its own, often maddening, timeline.

Signing Off from Hotel Dario

As our glimpse behind the blood red curtain draws to a close, Scafidi succeeds in his mission – giving the Dario faithful something to sink their teeth into.

The doc lets fans spend quality time with the Maestro and those closest in weaving his morbid magic. Though avoiding harder looks at the auteur’s ego and personal foibles, it still reveals the artist’s human core.

And the film ultimately serves as homage to uncompromising creative vision – led from the heart, unburdened by critical reception or commercial constraints. Argento stays true to his voice, chasing muses and bloody rainbows to this day.

The rare genius who marries gore and beauty leaves a legacy ensured by endless imitators and appreciative acolytes like Asia Argento and Guillermo Del Toro. But the originator endures – still chasing his dark dreams to share with those daring to come along for the savage ride.

For them, Dario Argento: Panico provides added brushstrokes to their portrait of this horror iconoclast. It may not fully solve the mystery or make the master more accessible. Yet spending this time in the director’s company offers guilty pleasures that should leave fellow travelers bloodthirsty for rewatches of his macabre masterpieces.

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