When an old man dies, several relatives engage in manipulative attempts to take hold of the family fortune, but things get complicated when they start to be knocked off by a whip-wielding monk.
Trying to follow the plot of a krimi is difficult at the best of times, and this one involves a bewildering assortment of elements such as a girls' school, secret wills, whip-wielding monks, kidnapping rackets, carrier pigeons, death masks, and water guns filled with sulphuric acid to contend with. However, at least the other krimis I've seen have a consistent stylistic tenor to them that I can relate to. Unfortunately, despite the fact that the movie has some great moments (my favorite: a whip attack on a man in a convertible), I found this one more annoying than enjoyable. The reason is simple; I dislike the musical soundtrack, which sounds vaguely James Bondian and which I found to be profoundly at odds with the stark black and white photography and the general serious mood of the piece. As a result, I didn't know how I was to react to most of the scenes; the whip attacks would have been a lot scarier if the monk's organ theme wasn't so melodramatically corny, and I found myself badly distracted from the story at times. This is probably a matter of taste; I've seen a number of reviews of this one from people who really enjoyed the music. They can have this one; I suspect the next time I'm in the mood for a krimi, this is not the one I'll put on.