So much for my idea that all gialli are better watched after midnight.
Blood and Black Lace has gorgeous, colourful production design, and the violence is truly vicious for 1964. But the largeish cast is made up of indistinctive characters, which makes the plot hard to follow and the victims and villains impossible to care about, especially as everyone's performances are so old-fashioned and staid. I'm never sure who you're supposed to be rooting for; surely it's not the boring detective man? The generic orchestral score gets on my tits too, and is much more suited to traditional gothic horror.
The handbag sequence is brilliantly suspenseful, but it doesn't really amount to anything much, and the film continues in a similar vein throughout.
If it wasn't for all the pretty colours, I'd find this a big old yawn.