Russ Meyer's 1965 cult classic "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" has all of the earmarks of 60's kitsch, but comes at you with such no holds barred gusto as to allow it a place all its own. It would be hard to refer to it as "the kind of film that" or "it's like this or that", because it truthfully stands alone. If anything, most of the relationships this film has to anything else have been forged with the pop culture it inspired.
Given it really has one at all the film's plot revolves around a trio of tough women who are go-go dancers by night and wickedly violent speed demons by day. During one afternoon in the middle of the desert they encounter a young couple. Ultimately, one of the women kills the man, kidnaps the young woman, and attempts to use her as bait for a dirty old man and his sons.
There's little rhyme or reason to most of what happens, except as an amped up display of well-endowed, sexually engaging women and raw, in your face violence. This highly lauded film among the art house and drive-in set is great, juvenile fun, with some exceedingly memorable, albeit corny, dialogue.
Given it really has one at all the film's plot revolves around a trio of tough women who are go-go dancers by night and wickedly violent speed demons by day. During one afternoon in the middle of the desert they encounter a young couple. Ultimately, one of the women kills the man, kidnaps the young woman, and attempts to use her as bait for a dirty old man and his sons.
There's little rhyme or reason to most of what happens, except as an amped up display of well-endowed, sexually engaging women and raw, in your face violence. This highly lauded film among the art house and drive-in set is great, juvenile fun, with some exceedingly memorable, albeit corny, dialogue.