UnClassic Film Review:Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!
One day each week (right), we at UnClassic Film Review check out what happens to be playing on Turner Classic Movies at 3:00 in the morning that day and review it without having a clue what it is. Our qualification for taking on this task is two-fold: we know nothing about obscure old popular films, and we drink our own urine. We will base our review, which will be thorough and informative, solely on the blurb in the TV listing.
Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965)
This week's film is Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, starring Tura Satana, Haji, Lori Williams, Sue Bernard. It was made in 1965 and directed by Russ Meyer.
Three go-go dancers resort to murder in search of a family's hidden treasure.
OK, Can I Just Go Ahead and Cream Now?
Yeah, I think the English have a saying: "Sunday bathtime will take a while". Are you kidding me? Tura? Haji? Their names alone just sound like sex oozing from my TV screen. Believe you me, the ice cream will melt in my lap tonight. Hot babes murdering folks while hunting for treasure. I'm sure the guy who originally pitched this one didn't have to talk too long.
I will say this: the whole hunting for treasure part better not be too detailed as to take away from the experience, you know? I mean, in some cases, plot isn't everything. Character development, or even over-development (nudge nudge), is vital to an experience like this, and no treasure hunting plot better interfere with it, is all I'm saying.
OK, OK, let's get to the review. Although, if you want to know the truth, well, let's just say I'm sure I'll be wiping up my review with tissue after it's over, if you know what I mean. We know three things going in - these girls are hot, these girls will fuck you up, and in the end they'll find the treasure and beat up the bad guy without breaking a nail. And damn it, if that's good enough for Russ Meyer, it's good enough for me.
Wait - this isn't about actual pussycats, is it? If so, I'll be sorely disappointed. I mean, I like cats and all, but I got my hopes all up for babes in 60's hotpants murdering folks while looking for treasure. One meow not coming from the lips of a hot go-go dancer and I'm turning it off.
Conclusion? Yeah. Where's my baby oil?