Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965)

dir Russ Meyer

The best decision I ever made for myself was to overpluck my eyebrows. How else was I to signify that my beauty should be regarded as a threat?

This film has some serious eyebrows. It also has some serious breasts. I have to be forthright… the reason I chose to watch Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! this morning was because of of a quote I read from Tura Satana about how much Russ Meyers absolutely loved tits. Me too, Russ. So I cracked open Youtube and gave it a go. Great choice! It didn’t disappoint.

My first impression of this film reminded me of the first time I listened to Shadowplay by Joy Division and said it sounded like The Killers’ song. My best friend just about murdered me for that one. “They were the ones who did it first!”*

*This wasn’t the only time this happened to me and my best friend. A couple years later, I said the same thing about The Clash’s Straight to Hell and M.I.A.’s Paper Planes. He has since forgiven me for my naivety and educated me further on the history of punk, don’t worry.

Watching Faster, Pussycat! was like, oh great! This is just like Multiple Maniacs! Shut up, Fig! This is 5 years before that even happened. The whole world doesn’t revolve around John Waters. And besides, it’s probably closer to Mondo Trasho.

So many amazing things all happening at once. Maybe one of the best moments is a scene transition from a woman chugging liquor to two people voraciously making out. What’s the difference between kissing and drinking, anyway?

Pretty hot.

What else is hot is that Russ Meyer’s beautiful wife Eve was a producer on this as well.

Eve Meyer, pictured above.

Relationship goals!