"The signature Fulci bit is also the devastating culmination of the film's autopsy of corrupt patriarchy, a bravura episode of pitiless, protracted violence against Bolkan's lupine "witch," chains, pipes, torn flesh scored outrageously to radio channel-surfing and capped with a sendup of Il Bidone. An oversized crucifix hangs in the woods, although Fulci remains utterly distrustful of church piety, small-town virtue and even childhood innocence - what Bouchet and Milian ultimately unearth isn't the solution to a mystery, but the awareness of Fulci's horror erupting as vividly and messily from bucolic vistas as from decomposing zombies." - Fernando F. Croce, CinePassion