Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

A little Meyer goes a long way, but this is one of his more coherent and -- in a peculiar way -- restrained essays in trash madness.

Although the plot is risible and the acting Cro-Magnon, the film is brilliantly shot, throbbing with raw energy and skewed humor.

Some good performances emerge from a one-note script via very good Russ Meyer direction and his outstanding editing.

A cheap and efficient comic horror movie, it's funniest when its dialogue and characters' behaviour are at their most non sequitur.

This is the ultimate expression of the American cinema's greatest fetishes: big breasts, fast cars, tight jeans, and sudden death. This is, in its own way, one of the great films of the 60's.

I've always felt that Faster, Pussycat! suffered from an absence of Meyer's usual creative flourishes.

It is great if you’re into cheap, trashy movies. Who could ask for more?

Once considered porn-ish, the flick has now gained quite a few feminist credentials.

A mystery, exploitation film, and hot rod thriller all rolled into one busty package.

A bizarrely campy film that could (and would) serve as inspiration for other filmmakers (most notably Quentin Tarantino) more than it can succeed as entertainment by itself.