Eying the widow and the wine, the priest broguishly intones: "It's red like the blood he shed for you and me." Playfully he proceeds to tickle her ribs until she shrieks with laughter. Then, purpling like an eggplant, he chokes her to death and paints a lipstick kiss on her forehead.
The father image is only an illusion. The Roman collar is as big a put-on as his accent and his wig. Under them is an effete, seething schizoid (Rod Steiger) who can kill when he assumes an identity other than his own....
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