ChikPapa Very disappointed :(

Neive Bellamy Excellent and certainly provocative... If nothing else, the film is a real conversation starter.

Brennan Camacho Mostly, the movie is committed to the value of a good time.

Staci Frederick Blistering performances.

Scarecrow-88 Ricardo Freda, a well regarded director in the history of Italian cinema (along with contemporaries like Mario Bava who accepted assignments Freda left from), was responsible for this strange bit of hokum, with supernatural leanings, containing black mass devil worship, including a silly conclusion which lays out the demonic menace and what was plaguing lead actress Camille Keaton (who wasn't much of an actress but Freda seemed more concerned with her beauty and how to frame shots of her using candlelight, wind-rustling curtains, etc) via Hitchcock's Psycho (Paul Muller comes in, like Simon Oakland did in Psycho, explaining Norman's plight, talking about Lady Alexander and her relation to what is happening to Keaton throughout the film after the incident during the "tragic ceremony")in ridiculous detail (the one doing so hasn't been seen at all throughout the film and shouldn't have any knowledge whatsoever about any of what was occurring to Keaton), but if you like films that are "out there", maintaining an oddball mood, then perhaps "Tragic Ceremony" is your kind of entertainment. I have to admit that I thought it had some serious pacing issues, lulls at the beginning and shortly after the "big scene" (where the bizarre slaughter of the black mass cult assembled in the lair of Lord Alexander and Lady Alexander's castle, all killing each other (!) after a human sacrifice is interrupted takes place), but "Tragic Ceremony" allows Carlo Rambaldi to showcase his gruesome special effects which includes a sword splitting a face in half, a gunshot to the forehead, a decapitation, and a dagger stabbing (also we see a face with a missing lower jaw)to the stomach. The main cast couldn't act if their life depended on it, with Keaton (Day of the Woman) cold on screen, not any better than those around her. Luciana Paluzzi (Thunderball), as Lady Alexander, and Luigi Pistilli (Your Vice Is a Locked Room and Only I Have the Key), as Lord Alexander, have minor supporting parts, but because of the limited screen time, they fail to add enough oomph to raise the quality of this rather hopeless exercise in futility. Some impressive visual moments with Keaton in the castle, along with Rambaldi's work, are about all this film has going for it. Once the film leaves the Alexander castle, I felt the film never quite recovers—it seems as if the film was built for the portion within the castle while everything else seems less inspired, although a subplot involving trust fund baby Bill (Tony Isbert) and his adulterous mom is given some time. Not sure what to make of Bill's fate, with the green make-up. There's also a weird additional character, a gas station attendant who might be more than he appears, who affects the lives of the twenty-somethings, responsible for leading them to the Alexanders to begin with. Máximo Valverde is Keaton's lover and Giovanni Petti is the tagalong guitar playing crooner of the foursome. Interesting footnote is the use of the Sharon Tate murders, mentioning the Manson cult, in dialogue of a news broadcast describing similarities to the black mass massacre at the Alexanders' castle.

gavin6942 Camille Keaton (best known for "I Spit on Your Grave") stars as Jane, one of four young people who run out of gas and are forced to spend the night at Lord Alexander's mansion. But Alexander and his wife are into some diabolical games -- Jane is hand-picked as a "virgin sacrifice". A ruckus ensues and the second half of the film has the gang of four trying to hide from police when they feel they might be implicated i na murder.This film, more properly titled "From the Secret Police Archives of a European Capital" is considered by some to be a cult classic. I don't know why. It has some things going for it -- Camille Keaton, who is alluring in a strange way (she shouldn't be attractive but in some scenes has such an innocent face). Some of the deaths are incredible, such as a head split in two (though this is diminished when they flash back eight times). And the makeup is astounding, particularly on Camille later in the film (I won't give this away... wait for it).But, overall, the film is nothing special. The camera work is awful ("shaky cam" all the time), the editing is very rough, with cuts tat don't line up right. And other than five minutes at Lord Alexander's mansion and the last few minutes, it's a boring plot. Mostly just kids sitting around and we're not really told their relationship to each other (Jane seems to be dating all of them). Oh, and plot holes. Who is the mysterious man at Bill's mother's house? What's the story with the pearls? Even the "twist" revealed later on has some hard-to-believe elements in it. Maybe I need to see it again, but I found most of this to be just a bit bland.The best and worst of the film is with the gas station attendant. On the plus side, we have a gas station encounter leading to a murderous house. I have often given "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" credit for starting this trend, but this film has a contentious claim to it as well. Someone should explore the history of this more. Why is this also the worst? Because the attendant is said to be "a relative of the devil" or "a ghost" but this is never explained. If the writer of this film lives, I need to track him down and beat him until he gives me answers.After these complaints, you'll be surprised to see me saying that you should see this film. But, if you like "cult films", Camille Keaton, old Italian movies or the 1970s approach to horror, this is a good title to be aware of. I do think it deserves a second chance from me... Oh ,and don't try to play the smoking game to this one (smoking whenever characters smoke) because you'll lose.

Jonny_Numb Few international starlets have gained as much notoriety from such a limited filmography as Camille Keaton, and not without due cause: "I Spit on Your Grave" was made a must-see cult favorite by the condemnations of Siskel & Ebert, while her other films have remained in relative obscurity. "Tragic Ceremony" is an early Keaton offering, an Italian-made mindscrew that takes aim at the '60s hippie culture and the eccentricities of the bourgeoisie, while crafting a fairly suspenseful, surrealistic tale in the vein of Roman Polanski's "paranoid-apartment-dweller" trilogy and the art-drenched works of Mario Bava. The ringmaster of this free-association nightmare is Riccardo Freda, who uses a lot of avant-garde techniques (the shaky-hand-held motorcycle ride; the wide-angle 'ceremony'; low angles and long shots) to establish a purposely inconsistent mood--it's a disorienting experience that uses a cliché setup (freewheeling hippies vacationing in the country run afoul of rich Satanists) to subvert our expectations time and again; the 'climax' seems to occur midway through, and just when we wonder where else the story could possibly go, Freda extends his creepy surrealism right up to the end (even if the final scene is marred by an overly awkward explanation that isn't really necessary). Even the violent moments (while clearly the product of a low budget) transpire in a style that exists somewhere between reality and the exaggeration of a dream. And, of course, Keaton is wonderful to watch, possessing the kind of understated demeanor that made her signature performance in "I Spit" so memorable. Now that it's on DVD, there's not excuse for any fan of Euro-horror to miss this "Tragic Ceremony."

The_Void Riccardo Freda may have a good reputation; but since we now that many of his best films were, in fact, directed by the late great Mario Bava; it's clear that he wasn't one of Italy's most gifted filmmakers back in the seventies. This film pretty much proves that as despite the simplistic plot; it's a sprawling mess and overall, I'd even have to go as far as to say that Tragic Ceremony is WORSE than Freda's insipid Giallo effort, The Iguana with the Tongue of Fire. Freda apparently disowned this movie, and I certainly don't blame him! The plot simply follows a bunch of kids that run out of petrol in the middle of nowhere. They happen upon a house while searching for fuel; but it turns out to be a bad choice, as the owner is just about to conduct a satanic ceremony...ho hum. The film features a lead role for Camille Keaton, who would go on to star in the exploitation classic I Spit on Your Grave some years later, but fails to make an impression here despite acting alongside a cast of talentless performers. The film features one decent gore scene towards the end, but this really isn't enough considering that it takes eighty minutes of tedium to get there. I have a high tolerance for rubbish Italian films that don't make sense - but even I couldn't stand this one. Miss it, miss nothing!