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5.0 out of 5 stars
A mid-sixties masterpiece of shock and schlock..., Aug 9 2006
Most B-movies produced for the drive-in market are watchable once or twice. This is one of a handful that improve with repeated viewings. And speaking of handfuls, let's look at the Pussycats themselves. First, there's Tura Satana as Varla. She must have taken a deep breath before every take, because she belts out almost every line of dialog with amazing force and menace. The only time she speaks at all rationally is when she's lying. Then, her whole persona changes to a shrugging deadpan. Lori Williams as Billy is the weakest of the three, though she would have dominated a normal drive-in flick. And her drunk scene is pretty much of a blast. But it's Haji's performance as Rosie that's the secret gem of this movie. She has the perfect undefinable latina accent-- neither Italian nor Spanish. In fact, she's a Canadian, and had to learn the accent. Hers is a wonderfully mannered, sneering performance I can't take my eyes off of.
Of the men, Stuart Lancaster chews the scenery brilliantly as the rich, crippled, cantankerous old letch. Leering and sneering, and drinking heavilly at lunch. And his hulking yet mentally challenged son The Vegatable is great fun to watch, too. Squinting with concentration before each halting line of dialog. Secretly gentle, despite the vile things the old man wants him to do. And, like most of the characters in Pussycat, he seems like he could have been written by Tenessee Williams on LSD.
Most of the dialog is quotable, and just about every frame could be enlarged to hang on the wall. This and Meyer's equally brilliant Beyond the Valley of the Dolls have had unestimable influence on directors as diverse as John Waters and Quinton Tarrantino. But, despite having been strip-mined over the years, retain a strange and often shocking vitality. As Richard Corliss said of Dolls, they mix evrything generally associated with both "good" and "bad" movies. And, while I take a break evey once in a while (you can't have candy for dinner every night) every time I come back to these flicks, my appreciation of them grows.
The presentation on this disc really is kind of lack-luster. I hear there's a double disc out in England with interviews with the Pussycats, etc. It might be worth getting an all-region player just for that.
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5.0 out of 5 stars
*** TOO ENTERTAINING FOR WORDS ***, Aug 26 2005
By A Customer
Couldn't wait for the DVD version! We happened upon this movie during some late night channel surfing. The combination of the cool but ultra-mean female desperados and the woman-hating lecherous farmer and his moronic sons sets the scene for the ultimate in trailer trash almost-porn. And, wonderfully, every word that comes out of their mouths is a timeworn over-ridden cliche. After the first 5 hilarious cliches caused us to howl with laughter, we were hooked. You will be too. I must own a copy of this... by Jazzartist in Nanaimo
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5.0 out of 5 stars
Faster Pussycat Kill Kill-Undisputed Classic!, April 16 2004
I absolutely love this film.
It's starts with some classic nonsensical voiceover about the violence lurking in women and the unmistakable "smell of female" before cutting to our three stars dancing at the go-go club for some disturbingly enthusiastic male patrons. "go baby go go go!"
We're quickly brought to the dessert where our story unfolds. Apparently these three unbelievably buxom ladies are a "team" of sorts who don't mind a little violence and mayhem which is quickly proved when their leader kills a man with her bare hands and then kidnaps his whiny girlfriend. They hatch a plan to rob an old local miser of his life savings. The miser is shockingly misogynistic and has two sons, one of whom is a muscle bound vegetable. The details and background of these two is slowly revealed through some incredible patches of dialogue which border on campy but maintain a sort of dark edge. And while there is no nudity or sex depicted anywhere in the film, it is somehow a constant presence: Billie's hillarious attempts at seducing the "vegetable", Varla's gravity defying neckline, the leering old man-it's all sex without being overly graphic unlike later Russ Meyer films. The dialogue is insanely quotable as it just gets weirder and weirder:the dinner scene is just amazing. "I never try anything I just do it. Wanna try me?" You Tarzan Me Jane, now grab a vine and let's swing" "when I've had enough of this (whiskey) it's been known to be passin'-out-time!" "we don't like anything soft. Everything we touch is hard" All the "guilty" characters (which is almost everyone) get their comeuppance in the end in a variety of gruesome deaths. There really aren't words to do this film justice. It is a full-on over the top, sexually charged, near camp, film noir masterpiece. Watch it again and again and again.
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