Plantiana Yawn. Poorly Filmed Snooze Fest.

Cortechba Overrated

Curapedi I cannot think of one single thing that I would change about this film. The acting is incomparable, the directing deft, and the writing poignantly brilliant.

Borserie it is finally so absorbing because it plays like a lyrical road odyssey that’s also a detective story.

joekohlertrenton When I heard Mario Bava wrote the screenplay and that this was something of a body count giallo, I bought the DVD expecting a typically atmospheric '60s Italian film with great thrills, suspense and early gore. Maybe I expected too much.A terrific opening title theme, "Nightmare," gets things off to an exciting start. Unfortunately, the film then bogs itself down in endless footage of squirrelly, bland females acting silly and flaky (behavior that is endearing to women but annoying to men). At long last, a few of them then endure some of the mildest, least violent and tidiest "deaths" ever seen.This is not a brutal shocker like the earlier, "Blood and Black Lace." If anything, an irritating, bouncy humor persists throughout, leading me to suspect this was intended for the Sunday matinée crowd.Some of the older cast members are quite good, including the aforementioned Damon. Michael Rennie shines in a later role and the school administrators are all suitably mysterious.Not great, not bad, just so-so. While away a couple of hours with it, if you're in the right mood.

Red-Barracuda This 60's giallo is from the days before the genre truly took form. With the notable exception of Mario Bava's Blood and Black Lace, gialli produced before Dario Argento's groundbreaking debut The Bird with the Crystal Plumage were relatively restrained affairs with very little violence. Despite its exploitative-sounding title, Naked You Die is firmly in this bracket. It has a somewhat playful tone much of the time and the murders are very tame indeed and contrary to what you might reasonably expect from the title, there is no actual nudity either. Instead it's a bloodless but reasonably stylish mystery-thriller that displays some key hallmarks of the genre.The film starts out typically enough with a woman being murdered by a black-gloved assassin while taking a bath. Although the actual violence here - and throughout the movie - is extremely tame; the killer merely squeezes the victim's necks quite lightly and briefly and they then fall over dead. It's very soft stuff but is indicative of the tone of the film as a whole, as despite the girl-school setting and the topic of a maniac on the loose, the movie adopts an almost comic approach a lot of the time, with quite a lot of playful humour and a lightness of touch that certainly would not go on to be a recognisable feature of the giallo genre in subsequent years. Still the film does have other more typical elements of this sub-genre such as a great Euro soundtrack, some nice photography, a host of eccentric characters, a barrel-load of red herrings and a convoluted conclusion – this said ending is both predictable and senseless, while somehow still being quite effective.Naked You Die is not a prime example of giallo cinema. It's a minor entry which showcases the type of films from the early days of the genre. It might disappoint those after something sleazy or violent. However, if you are at all a fan of this sub-genre then there is certainly enough here to enjoy. Just be aware that the thrills on offer are of a more breezy kind.

BA_Harrison Next to 'Strip Nude For Your Killer', 'Naked You Die' is my favourite title for a giallo: none of that baffling 'Seven Eyeballs for a Lizard's Belly' nonsense, just the promise of some good old fashioned gratuitous nudity and murder. Unfortunately, unlike 'Strip Nude...', this one doesn't manage to live up to its lurid title, offering only fleeting glimpses of bare female skin and mostly bloodless kills; in addition to the disappointing lack of sleaze and gore, it also manages to fall flat in the narrative department, with a humdrum plot and a twist ending that can be seen a mile off.Pretty redhead Eleonora Brown stars as Lucille, one of a group of sexy young students stalked by a leather-gloved killer at an exclusive girl's school. As the bodies pile up, and the list of possible murderers grows longer, Lucille decides to leave the school in the company of her lover, riding teacher Richard Barrett (Mark Damon)—but even he, it seems, is not above suspicion. However, quite how anyone fails to work out who the killer is from the outset is beyond me: Ms. Clay (Ludmila Lvova), with her weird, androgynous features and masculine voice is so freaky that she might as well wear a T-shirt with 'Murderous Psycho' emblazoned on it, and it comes as no surprise when it is finally revealed that 'she' is actually a 'he', and 'he' is the one who has been bumping off the girls.On a more positive note, director Antonio Margheriti does his best to please the eyes and ears with his beautiful and stylish photography, a bevy of lovely young ladies, and a wonderfully kitschy 60s soundtrack (which includes a rather cool Bond-style theme song), but in the end, the eye candy and jazzy score are simply not enough to compensate for the uninspired storytelling, absence of intrigue, and of course, the woeful lack of nudity.

DanielKing There are artists (like Argento)and there are hacks (like Bruno Mattei) and inbetween there are pros like Antonio Margheriti. He could turn out quite competent movies which, although lacking in originality, have a certain verve. This one develops more along the lines of an Agatha Christie effort than anything else, eschewing as it does the supernatural elements of the ostensibly similar SUSPIRIA. I wouldn't bother with the cut version as it has been trimmed of almost all the nudity and violence, which are pretty much what one watches these things for. What remains are the performances: Michael Rennie fans should beware as he is barely in it, but there is a great (dubbed) turn from Lorenza Guerrieri as Jill, a hyper-imaginative pupil.For Margheriti fans, I would place this among his dreary late-60s efforts - nowhere near the Gothic elegance of DANSE MACABRE or VIRGIN OF NUREMBERG, and neither coming close to the simple joie de vivre of his 80s movies with David Warbeck.