Sotto il vestito niente

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!

"Sotto il vestito niente" (Nothing underneath) is what one could call a "standard " giallo. The film tells a straightforward story and is directed to the general audience, as it becomes clear by a more "conventional" soundtrack, but all the same – "Nothing underneath" is still a stylish and inventive film.

The plot , derivative as it may seem, is also interesting. A model in Milan is about to be killed. Her twin brother in Wyoming, Bob Crane (Tom Schanley) feels that something is about to happen. He tries to warn her. Too late. He flies in a hurry to Milan but his sister is missing. What happened to her? He warns the detective inspector, Comissioner Danesi (Donald Pleasance), that his sister may have been killed. But, as they say, "no body, no crime". Another model is murdered and this is just the beginning. Now Comissioner Danesi and Bob Crane join forces to investigate the murders...

As I said before, "Nothing underneath" is, like many other gialli, stylishly filmed, with good murder scenes, beautiful actresses etc., in other words, it has all the ingredients that make gialli so attractive. One can feel in "Nothing underneath" the love of Vanzina for the giallo genre, and for Hitchcock too.

"Nothing underneath" may not be a groundbreaking film, but it's quite an enjoyable one.

Not a top notch giallo but colourful and stylish enough and if the kills are not particularly stunning, the build ups are good and there is enough momentum to keep the film moving on. Very much a latter day entry to the genre, Mr Vazina happily includes many of the much loved elements from earlier gems, so much so that a lot of the time I found myself smiling as the good to see cinematic clichés appeared every now and again like money shots. The provocative title turns out to be rather delightfully appropriate, even if, of course, irrelevant to the story. Donald Pleasance just about keeps his end up, Tom Schanley is fine and the girls all lovely. Most enjoyable.

After slogging through various 80s Italian films this one comes as a pleasant surprise. My expectations were low going in as I didn't know most of the cast and this was Donald Pleasance's phoning it in for a paycheck Era, but it was enjoyable. The performances are fine, the soundtrack is good, the filmmaking is competent. Does the story get a tad predictable? Sure, but it's fun so I give it a 7.6/10.

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.