No one ever said being a Curator of Schlock was easy. Sometimes you run into movies that make you want to take a shower afterwards.

Today’s selection is one such movie, 1975’s Strip Nude for Your Killer from director Andrea Bianchi.

Still, it’s not all bad. You get a groovy soundtrack from Elsio Mancuso and Berto Pisano. Edwige Fenech can be seen in various scenes of dress and undress. You also get a black leather clad psychopath disposing of people I never really cared for to begin with.

Our movie begins with a young fashion model dying during a botched abortion. The doctor and Carlo Gunther (Nino Castelnuovo), the head photographer of the modeling agency, drop the body of the young woman in the bathtub of her apartment, hoping the police will conclude she died of natural causes. The doctor is not long for this world as a killer wearing a biker’s helmet knifes him to death. But this is par for the course in this movie.

In between murders, we get to see the ins and the outs of the Italian fashion industry which is sleazy as all get out. Carlo is a creep who still manages to seduce young models hoping to make it big in the fashion industry. His boss, Gisella (Lia Amanda), is a creep who also manages to seduce young women trying to make it big in the fashion industry. Her husband, Maurizio (Franco Diogene), is a creep who doesn’t manage to seduce models trying to make it big in the fashion industry.

This brings us to one of the most disturbing scenes in this motion picture. Maurizio convinces one of the young models, Doris (Erna Schürer, to get in his car. Maurizio drives like a speed demon trying to get back to his villa. I wish he had gotten into a nasty car accident on the way there, but no such luck. They get back to the villa and Maurizio tries to force himself on her. And how can I put this delicately…Maurizio is not a slender man. In fact, I’d say he’s a rotund fellow. Seeing his sweaty flab and gnarled back hair is bad enough, but I think he was wearing a speedo!

Maurizio’s attempted assault doesn’t occur as he fails to rise to the occasion if you catch my meaning. He insists on paying Doris off anyway, but she refuses the cash just wanting to put the incident behind her. After she leaves, Maurizio gets his tried and true blow-up doll and starts inflating it. Why am I being subjected to this? Is this a humiliation ritual the director is forcing the audience to take part in? Fortunately, the killer shows up and murders Maurizio. Thank you, killer, for not having this man strip completely nude. 

If you’re an Edwige Fenech fan, you get to see her sporting a pixie cut in this movie. We also get a budding romance between her character, Magda, and Carlo when he’s not strangling her in a fit of rage. Do we really want to stop the killer in this movie? Maybe this person is civic minded for cleaning up the trash of society. Yeah, I need to take a shower.