You won't be disappointed!

Must See Movie...

It’s sentimental, ridiculously long and only occasionally funny

Worth seeing just to witness how winsome it is.

Lurid, gritty, and malevolent best describe director Russ Meyer' cult classic "Faster Pussycat Kill Kill" with Tura Satana, Haji, and Lori Williams as three bodaciously breasted go-go dancers who careen around the desert, murder guys, and kidnap a sixteen-year old for kicks. Lensed in black & white to keep within a low-budget, this mayhem is expertly photographed with lots of unsavory characters and some gender role variations that weren't mainstream back when it was released in 1965. Say what you want about Russ Meyers, a former U.S. Army photographer with fetish for women with pneumatic breasts, he knows how to get good performances out of his small cast and generate atmosphere galore. One of the best scenes has evil Varla in a Porsche with the accelerator buried under her lead foot as she keeps a brainless, muscle-bound brute pinned against a brick wall. Such is his formidable strength that he can hold the sports car in place while Varla increases her speed but ultimately buries her rear wheels up the axle in the dirt. Initially, as these three babes race in the desert, everything looks fine and peaceful until another fast driver with a sixteen-year old shows up. One thing leads to another and the pugnacious Varla tangles with him and snaps his neck. The gals must take the juvenile hostage because she can name them and put them in the chair. Later, these beautiful but devious girl stumble onto a crippled pervert (Stuart Lancaster) and his Herculean son who live in a compound in the desert. A mechanic tells the gals that the wheelchair bound older guy, who loves to cradle a double-barreled shotgun, has a stash of cash. Varla has him marked as an easy target, while the lascivious pedophile eyeballs the sixteen-year old with evil eyes. Jack Moran penned the screenplay based on an original story by Russ Meyer. If you're into 1960s era movies, "Faster Pussycat Kill Kill" amounts to a must-see!

I really wonder what kind of people like this movie. Because unless a lot of people liked it; this film will never get the rating it has now(6.8/10).This film has all the necessary quality to be an adult film. All the director has to do is to add some adult scenes. This film does not belong in the action and comedy genre. All it has some rolling around in the ground in the name of action but actually there is no action. And in a sense there is a lot of comedy because the acting of all the actors and actresses is hilarious. Moreover the film has no story to enjoy. Sometimes a good story can make you enjoy the film even the acting was lousy. But alas that is not the case for this film.I can guarantee you that, there is not even a single aspect in this film that you might like.NOT RECOMMENDED.

Varla, Rosie and Billie are nightclub dancers with attitude. They go out to the desert looking for trouble. They meet Tommy who wants to drive the salt flats and his innocent girlfriend Linda. Varla kills Tommy and they kidnap Linda. They drive onto the property of an old cripple and his muscle-bound slow-minded son, the Vegetable. They supposedly is hiding a money stash. The old man is interested in Linda who manages to escape. She's picked up by Kirk but he turns out to be the old man's son. He brings her back despite her loud objections.This is super camp. There is real bad acting. The line delivery by the girls is horrendous. Russ Meyer picked them mostly for their giant double assets. The fake laugh is laughable. Sue Bernard never stops screaming. Paul Trinka is forced to be dumber than the Vegetable and he's horrible at it. The writing is a mix bag. At times, it's painfully bad. At other times, it is pure cheese heaven. Overall, it is surprisingly watchable and awkwardly hilarious.

Three big-breasted sports car-driving go-go dancers go on a weekend murder spree in the desert. What could be more wholesome! Early on, the female trio meets their first victim, Tommy (Ray Barlow), and his overly-perky girl (Sue Bernard) who is so relentlessly whiny one almost hopes she gets clocked. But after she witnesses Tommy being rolled in the dirt to death, Varla and company have no choice but to take the bikini-clad youngster as their hostage. And there are big breasts.Big bad Varla (Tura Satana) is decidedly bi-sexual and clearly the head of the group; and what she says goes! Lori Williams (Billie) makes Nancy Sinatra look like Miss Marple by comparison, with hips that arrive five minutes before she does. Haji(Rosie), we later gather, is Varla's lover (a fact the actress herself was not aware of until she questioned director Russ Meyer regarding her motivation for a particular scene). Poor Haji has to speak all her lines using a ludicrous Italian accent and over-emphasized hand gestures; it's no wonder she never laughs or smiles during the entire film! She gets to spit out lines like "I'mma gonna spinna dry you!" And there are big breasts.Billie and Rosie don't like each other and are constantly at each others...throats, forcing macho Varla to be the peace officer. But while gassing up, the girls learn of a big stash o' cash on a decrepit ranch run by a warped old fossil (Stuart Lancaster) and his two sons Kirk (Paul Trinka) and 'The Vegetable' (bodybuilder Dennis Busch). With nothing but time (and men) to kill, the girls decide to dig around for the hidden loot. In the process the ladies wangle an invite to lunch with the boys, but little miss bikini keeps gumming up the works by trying to escape. And there are big breasts.The bodies soon begin to pile up, but Busch will live on to garner a cover of Muscle Training Illustrated in 1966, and the whiny bikini gets saved so she can go on to be Playboy Playmate Of The Month in December that same year. The acting and action are both laughable, but to complain about such things is like going to Disney World to admire the restrooms. Did I mention there are big breasts? This is the type of film for which the term Guilty Pleasure was coined. Just enjoy becoming abreast of the situation.