Zut alors! Those naughty French have a bash at the giallo genre and, rather unsurprisingly, deliver a film brimming with top notch totty willing to strip at the drop of a chapeau. The film starts as it means to go on with brunette Catherine (the drop dead gorgeous Florence Guérin) running down a busy street, naked from the waist down. She rushes into a police station claiming to have been assaulted by three men, but her story is met with derision by the cops; apparently, it's not the first time that Catherine, an erotic model (who struggles to keep her clothes on throughout the film), has made such claims.
In a case of 'the boy who cried wolf', Catherine is subsequently terrorised by a real maniac (who wears regulation black leather gloves and likes to make creepy phone calls), but her story is once again dismissed, at least until her close friends and associates start to turn up dead. Who could be the killer? The violent photographer with the gimpy foot? The presumed dead cemetery caretaker with a grudge? The facially scarred woman with the wickedly sharp garden shears? Catherine's crazy drug addict ex-boyfriend? Or none of the above?
As the list of potential suspects gets smaller and smaller, director Claude Mulot takes every opportunity to get his female victims naked prior to their killing, the sleaziest deaths including the throttling of a woman motorist and the brutal beating and drowning of modelling agent Valérie (Brigitte Lahaie) while taking a bath. To be honest, the violence isn't all that gory, but its frequently risqué nature makes it one of the more outrageous giallos out there; if you have enjoyed the likes of Strip Nude For Your Killer, The New York Ripper and Giallo a Venezia, then this one is for you!
In a case of 'the boy who cried wolf', Catherine is subsequently terrorised by a real maniac (who wears regulation black leather gloves and likes to make creepy phone calls), but her story is once again dismissed, at least until her close friends and associates start to turn up dead. Who could be the killer? The violent photographer with the gimpy foot? The presumed dead cemetery caretaker with a grudge? The facially scarred woman with the wickedly sharp garden shears? Catherine's crazy drug addict ex-boyfriend? Or none of the above?
As the list of potential suspects gets smaller and smaller, director Claude Mulot takes every opportunity to get his female victims naked prior to their killing, the sleaziest deaths including the throttling of a woman motorist and the brutal beating and drowning of modelling agent Valérie (Brigitte Lahaie) while taking a bath. To be honest, the violence isn't all that gory, but its frequently risqué nature makes it one of the more outrageous giallos out there; if you have enjoyed the likes of Strip Nude For Your Killer, The New York Ripper and Giallo a Venezia, then this one is for you!