Où est Passée Jessica?

When it comes to horror cinema, I love the Italian Giallo and I love the 80's, but a combination of both usually isn't worth the effort. The Giallo is irreversibly linked to the 70's and unfortunately only a handful of gratifying titles came out during the 80's, mostly either directed by Dario Argento ("Tenebre", "Opera") or Lamberto Bava ("Midnight Ripper", "Delirium"). Therefore it was an extra pleasant surprise to discover that "Nothing Underneath", directed by the relatively unknown Carlo Vanzina, is an overlooked gem in the sub genre. The scenario often doesn't make a lick of sense and the plot twists are implausible and absurd, but that doesn't matter and actually even makes it cooler in terms of Giallo-cinema. The setting, premise and character drawings are as rudimentary as it gets in this type of film. In the glossy and competitive fashion business of Milan, there's a crazed psychopath killing models with a gigantic pair of shiny scissors. The fatigue old police commissioner, who's only two weeks away from his retirement, doesn't have a clue where to begin his investigation, but luckily he receives the help of a young Wyoming park ranger. For you see, the kid witnessed the attack against his twin sister through a telepathic connection between them, and now he traveled to Milan to look for her. Whilst he's messing around with gorgeous models, the killer cheerfully continues to cut up more beauty queens.

Although entirely irrelevant to the plot, this film at least has a title that actually makes sense. Gialli often have lovely sounding but nonsensical titles, but this one is totally accurate as several of these models are wearing nothing underneath their dresses and mini-skirts. In spite of the nudity and a remarkably stylish presentation, the first half hour is rather slow-paced and on the verge of boring. "Nothing Underneath" is then luckily rescued by a few highly inventive and delightfully far-fetched plot twists; making the rest of the film satisfyingly exciting and even suspenseful. The last ten minutes are downright fantastic and almost on par with the quality level of the 80's films by the aforementioned directors Argento and Bava. As said already, director Carlo Vanzina even manages to demonstrate style and flair, like through the use slow-motion images and colorful fashion show glimpses. The murders, on the other hand, are a bit disappointing, as there should have been more of them and especially bloodier. There's one impressively nasty kill involving a backstabbing, but the concept offered so much more opportunities to depict gore and bloodshed. The screenplay greedily processes all the typical Italian fashion industry clichés and stereotypes into the film, including the voyeuristic hotel clerks, the wild drug parties and the harsh competition between the women. The soundtrack contains some wondrous 80's tunes like "One Night in Bangkok", which always puts a smile on my face. Donald Pleasance stars as the aging commissioner who desperately – but in vain - tries to look and sound Italian. Pleasance's role isn't that important, but he definitely brings some name fame to the overlooked production.

The sequel, entitled "Too Beautiful To Die" is a pretty worthwhile film as well. The stories of both films have no plot aspects or characters in common but are nevertheless considered sequels because they were both released in the second half of the 80's and take place in the Italian fashion universe.

Yellowstone Park ranger Bob Crane (Tom Schanley) shares a psychic connection with his sister Jessica (Nicola Perring), a top model working in Milan. After he 'sees' Jessica being attacked in a vision, Bob flies to Italy where he discovers that she has mysteriously vanished. Local police commissioner Danesi (Donald Pleasence) is unconvinced by Bob's bizarre story, at least until another model is murdered in the same hotel from which Jessica disappeared.

'A little bit of make-up, a beautiful dress, and nothing underneath'—so says a fashion photographer about the models he photographs in this glossy but unexceptional giallo from director Carlo Vanzina. Although the lens-man is talking figuratively, he might as well be speaking literally, for the girls in this film seem to have little call for underwear, revealing their hot bods in several sexy scenes (including one particularly gratuitous moment in which a model walks over a street grate to reveal her bare ass to the camera below!).

If only the violence had been as unrestrained as the nudity...

Although the hilarious 80s fashion and music, and the regular display of female flesh guarantee a reasonable time, Nothing Underneath is crying out for a few Argento-style moments of bloody excess; however, despite the film's killer brandishing a wickedly sharp pair of scissors, this is a frustratingly 'dry' giallo, a fact that will most likely disappoint the majority of the genre's fans (for whom a few really juicy kills are usually considered a must).

5.5 out of 10, happily rounded up to 6 for the use of a power drill in the fun finale and the hilarious scene in which Bob spies a woman in the building opposite indulging in a spot of masturbation, but rather than stand there gawping like most blokes would, he pulls the curtains and proceeds to fondle a pair of his dead sister's skimpy knickers!

This one tries oh-so-hard to be a stylish giallo in the Argento-manner, combined with some erotica, and almost succeeds. Of course, you get all the pros and cons of the giallo-genre. Inventive cinematography, nice settings, elaborate murders, good score (by dePalma regular Pino Donaggio) and a plot with more twists and turns than you can shake a stick at, are bonus points plus a walk-on by Donald Pleasance who gives the picture a touch of class.

We also get silly dialogue to howl at, so-called actors/actresses who read their lines in incredibly stilted fashion (my 'fave' is the girl who says 'a maniac is trying to kill us all' with a tone of voice that suggests indigestion more than fright) and a motive for the killer that is far-fetched to say the least. Renee Simonsen is adequate in her part, as is Schanley. Because of the setting, the fashion industry in Milan, the array of beautiful women is neverending (but many of them are made up to look like hookers, not models), but almost none of them are presented in a positive way, rather as money-hungry bitches, ready to do everything for fame and/or money.

For the true giallo-fan there may be one thing that disappoints: the murders. If you are familiar with the works of Argento/Soavi/Fulci, you know that the murders should be vicious and yet beautiful almost. "Nothing Underneath" builds these set-pieces with some flair, but the payoffs (i.e murders) are usually (with one exception) pretty lame. However, the last ten minutes are quite suspenseful and competently put together, and Vanzina manages to pull off some neat set-pieces. Give it a try, but don't expect too much.

I recently viewed the Italian giallo 🇮🇹 Nothing Underneath (1985) on Tubi. The plot revolves around a Wyoming park ranger whose model twin sister in Milan faces an unknown tragedy. Driven by a sense of unease, he flies to Italy to find her, uncovering a ruthless man exploiting models.

Directed by Carlo Vanzina (The Gamble), the film features Donald Pleasence (Halloween), Tom Schanley (Get the Gringo), Renee Simonsen, Anna Galiena (Black Angel), and Bruce McGuire (From Beyond).

Released towards the end of the giallo era, the film captures the essence of 80s models through their fun lifestyles, hairstyles, attire, and makeup. It embraces classic giallo elements, blending psychological and slasher genres. While the kill scenes are generally average, there's a standout backstab moment that caught me off guard. The ending reveal is good, albeit somewhat abrupt.

In summary, Nothing Underneath is a worthwhile 80s giallo, not exceptional but boasting redeeming elements. I'd give it a 5.5-6/10 and recommend watching it at least once.

Nothing Underneath is a stylish slice of mid-'80s Italian giallo that struts confidently down the catwalk of mystery, even if its heels occasionally wobble. Directed with cool detachment by Carlo Vanzina, this thriller bathes in the moody glow of Milan's high-fashion underworld, offering a glossy but slightly hollow meditation on beauty, danger, and voyeurism.

Set against the shimmering backdrop of designer studios, neon-lit cityscapes, and echoing marble hallways, the film wraps its mystery in layers of visual polish. From the icy stillness of secluded forests to the angular geometry of urban architecture, the cinematography by Giuseppe Maccari evokes a chilling sense of detachment. His lens lingers just long enough to make the viewer uncomfortable, even when nothing overt is happening.

The story benefits from a haunting turn by Donald Pleasence as a weary police inspector, injecting much-needed gravitas into an otherwise surface-level ensemble. American actor Tom Schanley, as the film's central figure Bob Crane, delivers an earnest if occasionally stiff performance, carrying the emotional arc of a man driven by obsession and eerie intuition. Renée Simonsen, a real-life model in her screen debut, has a compelling presence, though her character feels more symbolic than fleshed-out.

The film leans heavily on its atmosphere, and at times that works against it. Dialogue can veer into the mechanical, and suspense builds in fits and starts. But for fans of vintage Euro-thrillers and glossy murder mysteries, there's enough here to savor: ominous dream sequences, voyeuristic tension, and a parade of gorgeous people with deadly secrets.

Not quite a hidden gem, but certainly not throwaway either, Nothing Underneath is a photogenic murder mystery that's more captivating in frame than in depth. It's a thriller draped in designer fabric but stitched with familiar threads.