Giallo without the Giallo

I didn't read a single review for Dario Argento's latest film (released in Italy in 2009, just out here on pay per view) so was able to go into this unbiased.
AFTER watching it this evening, I read some reviews over on imdb.com, and am convinced most of the negative reviewers missed one crucial point: as soon as we meet the killer, it's beyond obvious Argento wasn't taking this film completely serious; while GIALLO has a few suspenseful sequences and a few nasty gore scenes, it's also apparent this is a semi-humorous tribute to his older films.
I enjoyed it enough, despite the fact the killer is revealed way too early and the film is more like a mainstream thriller than an actual Giallo film. In fact, it's not like a Giallo film at all!
A psycho in Italy is kidnapping and slicing-up beautiful, foreign fashion models (kind-of bringing H.G. Lewis' THE GORE GORE GIRLS to mind) and when one woman's sister is abducted, she's guided to Inspector Enzo Avolfi (played by Adrien Brody) for help. Brody's acting is WAY over the top here. He comes off like a poor man's Al Pacino, and I didn't know whether to laugh or roll my eyes every time he came out with some silly Clint Eastwood-esque line. Brody and co-star Emmanuelle Seigner smoke in just about every scene, almost making me want to light one up myself. Enzo's back story--told in flashbacks--is quite interesting, and is the strongest part of the film.
If you watch this as Argento doing a fun, self-parody, you'll probably enjoy it, but if you're looking for a modern Giallo, you'll easily walk away aggravated (even Argento himself must've watched the final version and thought, "Hmmm ... this is more SILENCE OF THE LAMBS than FOUR FLIES ON GRAY VELVET.")
Either way, a so-so Argento beats a lame mainstream Hollywood thriller any day in my book.
Seigner and Brody watch the killer fall through a glass ceiling SUSPIRIA-style during the finale of GIALLO