Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965)

Director:

Russ Meyer

Writers:

Jack Moran (screenplay)
Russ Meyer (from an original story by)

Release Date:

6 August 1965 (USA)

Genre:

Comedy | Crime | Thriller

Tagline:

Russ Meyer's ode to the violence in women

Plot:

Three strippers seeking thrills encounter a young couple in the desert. After dispatching the boyfriend...

Plot Keywords:

Desert | Murder | Car Race | Stabbed In The Stomach | Strong Man

Cast

Tura Satana	...	Varla
Haji	...	Rosie
Lori Williams	...	Billie
Ray Barlow	...	Tommy
Sue Bernard	...	Linda (as Susan Bernard)
Michael Finn	...	Gas Station Attendant (as Mickey Foxx)
Dennis Busch	...	The Vegetable
Stuart Lancaster	...	The Old Man
Paul Trinka	...	Kirk

Also Known As:

Faster Pussycat! Wham! Bang! (USA) (bowdlerized title)
Faster, Pussycat! Go! Go! (USA) (bowdlerized title)
Pussycat
The Leather Girls
The Mankillers

Runtime:

83 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

1.33 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

Australia:M | France:-12 (DVD rating) | France:-18 (1985 release) | Finland:K-15 (2006) | West Germany:18 | USA:TV-14 | Canada:14A (Ontario) | Canada:G (Quebec) | Canada:PG (Manitoba) | France:-16 | UK:18 | USA:Unrated (unrated version)

Filming Locations:

California, USA

Company:

Eve Productions

Trivia:

Russ Meyer named the movie like this because he claims that a movie has everything when it contains speed (faster), sex (pussycat) and violence(kill,kill).

Goofs:

Crew or equipment visible: After Varla cuts the fence and gets back into her car, look at the rear side window. Crew member with hat is briefly visible in the reflection.

Quotes:

Billie: [to Tommy, suggestively] Would you like to look under my hood?

Movie Connections:

Referenced in Don't Let's Start (2009)

Soundtrack:

Faster Pussycat

Absolutely captivating. Who knew?

Please, take it from one who, until tonight, foolishly and ignorantly pigeonholed Russ Meyer as a Grade-B Soft-Core cult hero. What did I know? He's so much more than that. Think really good John Waters crossed with really bad Fellini (which is good, of course, in its own way) and you have just a hint of the inspired wickedness here.

Three mean chicks in sports cars, on a road trip from hell, back in a blistering hot, black-plate California desert. The script is undisguised genius and the performances (particularly, of course, the sadistic, sneering Tura Satana) cross most known bounds. But you know what? Even with that firebrand in the lead, the others hold up incredibly well. Meanwhile, the cinematography is spot-on for the theme here, tilted and trenchant. The overall effect: bracing--blinding, almost--and more than a little surreal.

FASTER, PUSSYCAT KILL! KILL! It's hideous and hip. Nightmarish, and nasty. Scathing and scabrous. Insane, but inventive. It's not a film for everyone. Some will call it sick, some will dismiss it as camp. It's all that and more. Hardly a wrong note, and with *so* many opportunities too... I was glued to the screen from beginning to end. Wicked fun. Captivating. Can you tell I liked it?

PS: Also recommended for fans of NHB, male/female bare-knuckle boxing. You know who you are ;)