When the mysterious woman in the room next door disappears, a debonair 70-year-old ex-spy living in a luxury hotel on the Côte d'Azur is confronted by the demons and darlings of a lurid past in which moviemaking, memories and madness collide.
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"Reflection in a Dead Diamond," the duo's giddily metacinematic latest, finds them casting an appreciative gaze across the Eurospy subgenre, popular in the late ’60s, with its outré gadgetry, pop-psychedelic color schemes, and latex-clad supervillains, as well as the fumetti neri—violent, eroticized Italian comics—that often inspired them. The film opens at a lavish seaside hotel in Côte d’Azur, where retiree John Diman is drinking away his later years. One day, ogling a bikini-clad young woman, his gaze alights on her diamond nipple piercing, triggering memories of a glamorous past. Whether these recollections are flashback or fantasy is left deliberately ambiguous as past and present collide and fiction blurs into reality, drawing the audience into a hall of mirrors where identity and obsession entwine in dizzying, hypnotic spectacle.