Go, Baby — GO! Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! at Logue's This Weekend



As the titan of exploitation cinema, Russ Meyer understood the importance of sly satire, sexual innuendo, outrageous violence … and really large breasts. That quartet never came together in a more bombastic mix than his 1965 symphony to the “unmistakable smell of female,” Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, the attraction this weekend at Logue's Black Raven Emporium on Gallatin Road.

A trio of go-go dancers — led by that incredibly striking and intimidating tower of femininity, the late Tura Satana — spends their days zipping around the Mojave Desert in high-performance sports cars. Eventually they turn their attentions to murder, kidnapping and robbery in a rampage of distaff destruction. While one could get all egg-heady and argue that Meyer’s films were precursors to “third-wave feminism” and “grrl power” movements, the simple truth is that Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! is a hell of a ride, with scenes and lines that still inspire jaw-dropping amazement almost five decades after they were committed to celluloid.

The movie shows on projected DVD in the Cult Fiction Underground cinema downstairs at Logue's 8 and 10 p.m. tonight and Saturday. Above, click to watch a candidate for the single greatest trailer ever made, capped by that awesome Bostweeds theme song. And remember, boys: Tura Satana doesn’t beat clocks, just people!

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