Maybe I should be embarrased, but...

Last night I watched my brand new copy of Faster Pussycat Kill Kill. I had ordered it special and I actually never buy DVDs to keep. "Why this one?" you may ask...

To begin with, it's hard to actually view this movie. The only time I've seen it before was when I went to a midnight showing years ago with some friends and my wife. We were all astonished at how stupidly, delightfully entertaining this shlocky boobfest was. I have noticed lately that I've always been drawn to this lowbrow, borderline fetish stuff. It's just that nowadays I'm more "out of the closet" about it, so to speak. Bring it on, I say!

These three angry Hellcats, heaving and roiling out of their clothes, quipping their groovy lingo, karate chopping the boys, racing their cars in the desert, running over old guys in wheelchairs, oooooh.... They are just so wonderful. This movie is unapologetically sexy, stupid, funny and violent. I'm not sure if politically incorrect is the proper term for this stuff, but if it is I think we should all learn to relax a little.

Also, just as a movie I think it holds together nicely. Sure it's an exploitation film, but the story is great, it's nicely filmed, and you couldn't ask for stranger and more confident portrayals as far as the actors are concerned. Oh... and Tura Satana's wacky Devil Woman eye makeup kept me awake last night.

Yet... I can't remember the last time I saw the any of movies that win for Best Picture at the Academy Awards. Does that make me shallow, stupid, or comlicated? Oh, probably, but I don't care. I do know that I love this kind of stuff .

If you enjoy it too, you are my kinda people. Maybe you've even been to the Jim Rose Circus and read the Fortean Times, too. Wanna have a Movie Party?