If you’re hoping for a technicolor splatterfest, Luca Guadagnino’s Suspiria both excites and disappoints. The blood gushes freely, but not until near the final act of this two and a half hour art project. Set in Berlin during the 1977 German Autumn, it works better as a rumination on the culpability of artists working within existing power structures, or women exerting power, or something. I saw the late show last night and I’m still trying to untangle it all. Tilda Swinton is amazing in multiple roles, most so when she inquires whether Dakota Johnson is always that pale. Fans of Call Me By Your Name, Guadagnino’s last film, will note his enthusiasm for making actors speak multiple languages for no real reason. It’s too bad that this is only playing in East Providence, where the lighting is dim and the sound is muddy. Something this flashy deserves a Showcase.