I have posted on Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill! before, but since this week saw the passing of the film's star Tura Satana, a more thorough revisit is in order.
Behold the first six and a half minutes of Faster. Of course I recommend the entire movie, but within just these frames lies a raw brilliance you won't find in any multiplex. It just doesn't get any better than this:
A few observations, in no particular order:
-Would you please watch the guys in the GoGo bar again? Please?
"Go, baby, go!"
And dig the way they do a close up of the jukebox speakers.
-I love the unstudied wardrobe. The belts and boots--Tura's driving gloves.
-This movie is unmitigated proof that breast implants did nothing to enhance the human form. This, people, is what they're supposed to look like when they're big. I wonder how many retakes they had courtesy of one of Satana's twins making a surprise appearance.
-That's some driving wheel action at 3:01.
-The pose Satana strikes at 4:47, is there anything better?
-5:33--Wet chick sand fight!
Top it off with the vintage trio of the Porsche 356, the Triumph TR3 and that MGA roadster, and baby, I'm in heaven.
Now for a few of my favorite quotes:
... the unmistakable smell of female--the surface: shiny and silken, the body: yielding yet wanton ...
How long you going to let that kooky broad showboat like that?
Go ahead, Miss sponge, soak it up. I'm-a gonna love a-squeezing you out!
She wears the pants all right, but somehow she always strips her gears.
Your heels didn't get round from walkin'!
And one from later in the movie:
Women! They let 'em vote, smoke and drive - even put 'em in pants! And what happens? A Democrat for president!
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Ciao, Tura. You were beautiful, baby.
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