Gialloween Day 13: Naked You Die
Yesterday I watched a film about a killer that terrorizes an all-girl school. Today, I watched a film about a killer that terrorizes an all-girl school. Was it chance when I randomly drew out these 31 titles to analyze this month? No, it’s clearly the giallo gods taunting me with this cruel trick, slowly driving me insane for having the hubris to watch and review 31 films in a row. To that end, I cast them aside and continue, willing to face whatever brimstone and madness lay ahead.
Naked You Die, released in 1968, feels like a bridge between what Mario Bava started with Blood and Black Lace and What Have You Done to Solange?. Outside of the parallels with the school based plot, the introductory killing is almost exactly like the bathtub drowning we see in Solange. Unlike Solange the death is filmed in bright lighting and colors, no nudity is shown and the drowning is only partially shown. The first scene sets a feel for most of the “action” that happens in this film. Despite the title, Naked You Die is surprisingly tame, both in sleaze and violence.
Fortunately, what it lacks in Solange’s influence, Bava’s presence can be seen throughout the film. 60’s fashion and great lighting is plentiful. In regard to the plot, the film isn’t as complicated as Blood or Solange. This was one of the few giallo films in which I could immediately guess who the main killer was going to be. Because I was able to tell who the killer was from the beginning and due to the mild nature of the film, this film did not have much of an impact on me.
Some other aspects which might pull some people in, is the film's constant focus on humor. It mostly does this through one character who, despite having a few moments, comes across as hammy and overly animated. This style of Italian humor can be a product of the time but for me, it did more to turn me off the film rather than pulling me back in.
It is difficult to see Naked You Die as anything more than a stepping stone between the giallo films of the 60s to the 70s. The fashion, killings, colors, and plot are nothing special when compared to the rest of the giallo catalogue. A way to pass the time for an avid fan, but most would be better off spending their time elsewhere.