It's easy to see why this is one of John Waters' favourite films: it's pure kitsch - a campy B-movie that deliberately aims for cult status with outrageous characters, overwrought melodrama, T&A, and cartoonish violence.
Tura Satana stars as Varla, leader of a trio of sexy, sadistic, law-breaking, go-go dancing, thrill seeking wildcats who murder a young racer and kidnap his pretty girlfriend LInda, dragging the poor girl to the desert homestead of a bitter old man rumoured to have a large stash of cash just begging to be stolen. While they figure out their next move, the three women get freaky with the old man's two sons, shower, get drunk, have cat-fights, and treat Linda like dirt.
With her painted-on eyebrows and ridiculously big boobs (and rear to match), badass vixen Satana makes for a striking villain, but isn't really my cup of tea. But whatever your taste, there's someone to suit: blonde nympho Billie (Lori Williams) is drop dead gorgeous, with a smashing set of curves; there's brunette babe Rosie (Haji) for those who like them fiery and feisty; and Linda is an all-American cutie who just so happens to look great in a bikini. For the ladies (and John Waters, I presume), there's beefcake Dennis Busch as the old man's simpleton son, and Paul Trinka as nice-guy son Kirk, who helps Linda escape when things turn nasty.
Unlike Meyers' later films, there's no graphic nudity, just titillation, and the violence is relatively tame; there's also little of the director's wacky humour and, with a plot that is pure piffle, Faster Pussycat... Kill! Kill! does feel a little drawn out even at just 83 minutes long. That said, the film's iconic imagery, highly quotable dialogue, cool characters, energetic performances, and Russ Meyer's distinctively trashy directorial style still make it an enjoyable way to waste some time.
Tura Satana stars as Varla, leader of a trio of sexy, sadistic, law-breaking, go-go dancing, thrill seeking wildcats who murder a young racer and kidnap his pretty girlfriend LInda, dragging the poor girl to the desert homestead of a bitter old man rumoured to have a large stash of cash just begging to be stolen. While they figure out their next move, the three women get freaky with the old man's two sons, shower, get drunk, have cat-fights, and treat Linda like dirt.
With her painted-on eyebrows and ridiculously big boobs (and rear to match), badass vixen Satana makes for a striking villain, but isn't really my cup of tea. But whatever your taste, there's someone to suit: blonde nympho Billie (Lori Williams) is drop dead gorgeous, with a smashing set of curves; there's brunette babe Rosie (Haji) for those who like them fiery and feisty; and Linda is an all-American cutie who just so happens to look great in a bikini. For the ladies (and John Waters, I presume), there's beefcake Dennis Busch as the old man's simpleton son, and Paul Trinka as nice-guy son Kirk, who helps Linda escape when things turn nasty.
Unlike Meyers' later films, there's no graphic nudity, just titillation, and the violence is relatively tame; there's also little of the director's wacky humour and, with a plot that is pure piffle, Faster Pussycat... Kill! Kill! does feel a little drawn out even at just 83 minutes long. That said, the film's iconic imagery, highly quotable dialogue, cool characters, energetic performances, and Russ Meyer's distinctively trashy directorial style still make it an enjoyable way to waste some time.