B-movies are cinema, too.
There’s much to like about “Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!”, the so-bad-it’s-good B-movie by auteur Russ Meyer. The over-the-top voiceover talent. The amusingly campy dialogue, with its fondness of alliteration and double entendres. The gaggle of late-’50s and early-’60s sports cars (of which we’re singling out our favorite for this particular segment) being hooned in the desertside. And the combination jazzy leitmotifs and great eponymous theme song by the Bostweeds, a garage rock band so obscure they’re not even listed in the All Music Guide (the music equivalent of IMDb).
Trashy? Sleazy? [S]exploitative? Yes, yes, and yes. But in so many ways, also as American as apple pie.
Warning: mature content (though somewhat tame by modern standards).
