Subject: Film review: Faster Pussycat From: ""B. Sue Blair"" , May 1995 Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill! ---------------------------- Classic Russ Meyer fare featuring mandatory large-breasted women. The scene opens with 3 foxy mamas (our heroes) go-go dancing with close-up shots of sordid bar guys barking "go, baby, go". Scene cuts to the chicks racing cars. The close-up shots of them throwing their heads back and laughing jauntily are extremely cheesy since they are obviously not in moving vehicles (clouds in the sky are stationary). Needless to say, there is some pretty lame editing going on: two of the chicks swim, wrestle on the beach, and then race some more. When they stop, everyone's hair is perfectly dried and styled. I tried it on the way to work (minus the beach-wrestling part; couldn't find any buxom chicks to wrassle) and results were not as impressive (folks, don't try this at home). These chicks are fine babes with killer clothes to match. In one scene, the blonde shimmies and shakes in the second tightest pair of hip-huggers I've ever seen. I believe those were Sherwin-Williams brand (i.e., painted on) trousers. In another, she sashays toward the camera in skimpy hotpants and you wonder when the shot is going to end- not until the entire screen is filled with just the hotpants. The audience feels compelled to participate in this scene with comments such as "come to papa", "smells like teen spirit", and "meow". Our peerless chick-gang leader's jeans are so tight that I was impressed with her ability to wrassle and kick the collective ass of 2 male pigs. When the gang meets up with some farm dwellers, the scene is shot with an old fart facing us in the background and the backs of two of the women (one on each side) in the foreground. Our leader has VPL (visible panty lines) in this shot. I would estimate at least 1/64th of an inch of slack in her jeans. However, this film is not just some campy foray; no, it explores the motivations of our feline compadres. The leader with the cold, hard edge wants it all, the Spanish chick wants our peerless leader, and the blonde wants "kicks". There is one scene that I remember when my dad and I watched this movie over 20 years ago. The leader seduces this farmguy to get him to tell where the dough is stashed. The Spanish chick watches and cries. At the time, I thought she was bummed out because her friend, the leader, had to make out with this scummy guy to get the info. The lesbian overtones escaped my (then) innocent mind. The best thing about this film is the plethora of snappy one liners such as "I was good enough for you half an hour ago." and "So people look different to you horizontally?" Also, I have never seen dead people look so good. Rush out and see this re-release before Ted Turner takes the colorizing hatchet to it. --- From: Krishin Asnani Subject: Re: Film review: Faster Pussycat Hi Sue, I saw this film two months ago and my favorite scenes were the ones with the leader karate chops to death the race driver (and others) in the beginning of the film. Also, the cold-hearted me had no sympathy for this race driver's girlfriend: kittenish, overly-earnest, innocent looking, girl-next-door. The chick kept coming in the way and the leader should have meted out one mean karate chop. I loved the film so much I went and bought size 6 jeans and a t-shirt to show off my bulging muscles. You should now see the girl-next-door fondling my muscles as I drink cold pink lemonade on my porch and look on admiringly at this fine set of Republicn values and wholesomeness that has collected itself in this Archie Bunker neighborhood of mine in bucolic Queens. Having wonderful conversations about gardening with her. She wants the tulips watered, i am more interested in knowing how to graft cacti this summer. She calls me Green Thumb. -Krishin --- From: ""B. Sue Blair"" Oh yes. The young girl. Very annoying yet totally hilarious. Such a shame when the two lamest characters in the film triumph. When she got out of the truck at the end sreaming and crying, the audience groaned and then starting cracking up when she went on and on. -Sue B. p.s. I saw the fabric on the victims' shirts almost wrinkle when those mighty karate chops connected :).