1965
Directed by Russ Meyer
Oh dear lord.
People seem to be on two sides of the spectrum here. On the one hand, some condemn this film as extremely misogynistic; just a sweaty male preteen fantasy. On the other hand, some say that this film is a work of feminism. The women in this film use their bodies as weapons and are certainly not victims. So where do I fall on this debate?
Definitely, definitely on the "this is a sexist piece of garbage" side. One reason is just a feeling so I can't back it up too well. I just did not get that sense that the director was supporting women with this film. I definitely felt that there was a lot of hate driving this movie and it certainly wasn't aimed at sexism.
Even I couldn't stop staring at the breasts of Tura Santana. I feel like if feminists try to justify the outrageously revealing outfits, they are really grasping at straws.
I should also mention that the plot is absolutely ridiculous and the acting was atrocious. Did I feel empowered by this film? Not in the slightest. The most positive message I can take away from this film is that women can be psychopaths too! Well, I already knew that, thanks. Give me Buffy any day.
After all, John Waters loved this movie. Enough said.
RATING: *----
Interesting Facts:
Meyer chose this particular delightful title because he claimed that speed, violence, and sex are all that's necessary for a good film.
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