I also found the performances to be even more engaging than the characters themselves. In a way, I occasionally found the script, with all those wonderfully-placed puns and whatnot, to be even more fascinating than the narrative itself. There's also the other son named Kirk (Paul Trinka), who may or may not be your usual decent Southerner. With the female heroines increasingly becoming more and more dangerous, so do the male characters in the film, particularly the crippled whacko (Stuart Lancaster) and his 'all brawns no brain' son (Dennis Busch). From here, "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" picks up the steam like there's no tomorrow. A little trouble occurs and the male half of the couple was killed by one of them crazy ladies. Enter a young, harmless couple who have obliviously joined the unpredictable triumvirate in a picnic of sorts. The story is simple enough: three go-go dancers, after a day's work, found themselves in a contagious mood for reckless fun. Buried somewhere in the middle of the curvy presences of Varla (Tura Satana), Rosie (Haji) and Billie (Lori Williams) is a quick-witted script and a fast-paced plot. Then why, despite of the fact that the film was made specifically for its own era (the 1960s) and nothing further, has it become timeless? Well, I think the answer lies in the very execution itself. Yes, the kind of trash that has inspired Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez to create "Grindhouse" in sarcastic ode to its peculiar art. Yet at the end of the day, it's also considered as trash. It is a fun little film that has since been one of the genre's cornerstones.
sleazy.īack to the subject at hand, this is a film that's undeniably sexy and spell-binding. Now, imagine what kind of film would be made of today's male fixations? What kind of 'pussycat' will we see at this point in time? Oh, well, enough of that before it gets all too. In a way, he reflects, by way of this film, the ultimate male fetishes of the time while also relishing in it himself. In a way, it's not the female characters' sexual force that dominates the film but Russ Meyer's power as a director. Director Russ Meyer, with an intention to exploit and entertain, was successful in putting into the screen the things (sexy women, cars and violence) that sway men into complete submission and reduce them into libidinous losers. Personally, I think that it's merely a film about power. So, if it's not a film that empowers women, then what is it all about? To make it even worse, the heroines of the film (if you can call them that) are a bunch of go-go dancers, which is not exactly the most ideal job for the female populace. It portrays women as unpredictably murderous low-lives and nothing more. This was never how they envision women to be. In fact, this is the kind of film that will definitely make feminists shake their head in disgust and disappointment. Is it a film about women empowerment? Well, definitely a big no. Cars, violence and sexy women, what more can you ask for? Yet despite of its superficial display of violence, sexual innuendos and car chases, there's no doubt that this film, directed by Russ Meyer (who has also produced and co-written it), still has something much to say than meets the eye. This, I think, is one of those films that have definitely made men salivate back then. Call it dated, silly and extremely campy but still, "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" is classic exploitation fun that brings us back in a time where the deadly combination of femme fatales and some high-octane machinery equals to titillation.
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