Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

Now, ordinarily I'm more interested in current releases, but once in a while, I see something that I've heard of but never seen and the mood strikes me and I have to watch it. That's what happened this week with Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!.

Faster, Pussycat! Kill!... Kill!

While this isn't Russ Meyer's first film, it's probably his best known. Here's the story: Varla, Rosie and Billie are strippers on the road, when they come across a couple in the desert, things get weird and the man winds up dead. Well, he winds up that way after Varla kills him with her bare hands. Now the girls are on the run with a hostage! When stopping for gas, they hear about an old man who has a stash of money and the girls decide to get the cash...I mean, as long as you're in trouble already, what they hell?? Well, they find the old man, who lives with his two sons in the middle of the desert. One son is normal (sort of), while the other is known as 'the vegetable', because he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Well, you might imagine when this unholy combination of people meet, things go south pretty quickly. Fights break out, there's one attempted rape, a couple of knifings and people get run over with cars and trucks.

While Russ Meyer is best known as 'the guy who likes chicks with huge boobs', this movie isn't about the girls, it's about the violence, and most of the violence is perpetrated BY the women, not against them. Oh, there's one girl who's the victim and ultimately it's a man who rescues her, but this is all about the ladies. You might even call this an early feminist movie. I'm giving Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! four out of four cigars, , because the story moved right along, it doesn't seem dated (aside from the language) and I never found myself fidgeting in my seat once! So, until next time, when I'll watch some other feminist movies and then go put my dress on and cry a little, remember that the best movies are bad movies!