I think this film is base and amateurish. Yet what I love about Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! is that it doesn't care what I think.

The campness of this movie is what makes it great. Literally, every line is quotable. It's no masterpiece by Hollywood standards, yet, it's perhaps the best B-movie ever made. So good in fact, that it lies on the fringe between A and B movies.

A trio of trashy go-go dancers raise hell in the California desert, popping pills, abusing sports cars and starting fights. The blonde is only there to have a good time, steadily downing gulps of liquor and breaking into spontaneous dance, but the others are bonafide black widows, hungry for their next gullible mate. Worst of all is the ringleader, Varla, a spicy vixen whose morals hang lower than her cleavage. Under her direction, the gang murders an unfortunate motor enthusiast and kidnaps his infantile girlfriend before happening across an old, disabled man who sits on a hidden fortune. He and his two grown sons welcome the unexpected visitors, but their hands are hardly clean, either, and a race soon commences to the grimy bottom of the barrel. It’s sex and drink and violence, then more sex and violence, from the self-anointed king of the smutty ‘60s exploitation bomb, Russ Meyer. The writer/director/producer got his start shooting centerfolds for _Playboy_ before moving into low-budget feature films like this one, which often shouted from the marquees using ample exclamation and titillated from the poster rows using ample bosom. Meyer pulled his starlets from familiar talent pools - Susan Bernard, who plays the abductee in this picture, would go on to be Miss December ’66 - and constructed most shots as if he were framing his next two-page spread. The name of the day was shock value, and whether it took blood or skin to get there, Meyer was always game. He also leaned on his girls to bring a little piece of themselves to the production. And while that was certainly the case for star Tura Satana, who plays the conniving Varla (her Wikipedia bio is quite the ride), that cocky, self-assured toughness feels forced and fake on the screen. All three women spit their lines like testy cats and strut across the sand like they own it. I’m not sure what seems more artificially inflated: their attitudes or their outrageously pushed-up chests. At the time, there was probably a shred of empowerment in these roles - after all, they more than hold their own in the action scenes - but in a modern light they look downright comical. _Faster, Pussycat_ works as soft erotica, and as a relic of campy shock cinema, but not much else. I’d love to hear what Joel, Crow and Tom Servo had to say about this one. It seems tailor-made for their brand of comedy.

Let's face the truth: by normal standards, this is a bad movie. It's a B-movie on a meager budget. I'm glad this movie never tried to pretend to be an A-movie. Acting is mediocre for the most part. The dialogue is bad but memorable I guess? The story is silly. Car action, the title (Best movie title ever? Btw: the German title *"Die Satansweiber von Tittfield"* has also a certain ring to it.), the choice of b/w and the catchy soundtrack aren't bad though. Almost inexplicably, the movie is also strangely entertaining. Biggest question I have: is this a feminist manifest with women in control while men are sick, idiots and/or victims? Or is this movie exclusively designed with the male gaze in mind? Anyway, even I can see that this became a classic that influenced movies and music for decades to come. Like, let's say, *Barbarella*, you should watch movies like this once, be entertained and then try to forget it. I bet you can't!

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! is not just a B-movie about sadistic Go-Go dancers with big cleavage and nice cars who will stop at nothing to obtain every pleasure available, but it's about doing all of it faster! And it has the greatest film title in cinema!