Bluebeard
The glamorous wife of a German aristocrat discovers a secret room in his home containing the frozen bodies of his previous wives.
Bluebeard (1972) – One Man, Seven Wives, and Way Too Much Fur
Richard Burton is Bluebeard — and honestly, he doesn't seem too upset that every woman he marries ends up... let’s say, unavailable. Then again, when you’ve got a mustache this perfect and a wife collection that ranges from a sadomasochistic nun to a trapeze artist, the real crime is not turning it into a reality show.
The film is a kind of gothic horror disguised as a 1970s fashion parade: lace, velvet, dramatic music, and more flashbacks than an entire season of Lost. The plot? He marries them, they ask questions, he gets annoyed... next!
Burton acts with all the energy of someone drinking whisky at six in the morning — and yet, it works. Because he’s Richard Burton. And because the film never quite takes itself seriously, even when it really tries to.
In short: a kitschy, bizarre movie full of unlikely choices. But if you love vintage cinema with a dash of madness and want to see a man murder with more elegance than motive, Bluebeard is your film.
And remember: never open the wrong door — especially if you’re wife number eight.
