A grumpy publisher receives a mysterious yellow package in the post while at work and discovers to his alarm that it contains a human hand. He convinces his secretary that it's a wax hand but doesn't seem so convinced himself when he buries the package and doesn't tell his wife, who is already suspicious as there is another package waiting for him when he gets home from work, and this one contains a torn dress and a picture of a mysterious woman. Subterfuge, chin stroking, pretension - it's one of 'those' Gialli.
The grumpy man is being stalked by a woman with a fake hand (who is being stalked by the man's wife) and the questions start to arise - Does he know this woman? Does his wife? Who's parts is he receiving in the post? Why does his body turn yellow for no reason halfway through the film? Why does the woman with a fake hand have two normal hands for the duration of the film?
Flashback aplenty (it's up to you to decide what's real and what is not I guess) and loads and loads of very arty shots make up the bulk of this film, as well as a lot of mumbling, bad poetry, LSD taking and staring off into space. It seems to have equal amounts of good and bad and even though the premise starts of well enough, the last half hour (which tries to explain things) drags on a bit.
There's also a feminist slant about it that I thought was kind of unique to The Laughing Woman, so I was wrong again I guess.