A film that deeply divides fans of the filone, So Dead can be taken as either a nauseatingly misogynistic kill-fest or as an attack on the hypocrisy of the sexual mores of the petite bourgeois. Almost impossible to approach without heated personal opinion, it at least invokes discussion. Disregarding the controversial aspects, So Dead is a particularly dreary affair that borders on the boring. Director Roberto Bianchi Montero invests very little style and wit into the proceedings, capturing the overflow of breasts and blood in a perfunctory manner. Lurching from set piece to set piece with little finesse, the leaden, mechanical ‘plot’ exists merely as an excuse to get an incredible cast of Euro beauties, possible one of the best ever assembled for a giallo, naked before predictably dispatching them. In fact, Strip Nude For Your Killer would be a more appropriate title, but this is entirely different in tone to Andrea Bianchi’s joyfully juvenile and energetic campfest.
On the plus side, the title sequence stylishly presents a veritable checklist of iconic giallo artefacts, and the denouement does pack some emotional gravitas.