Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! vs. Die! Die! My Darling!



I'm commenting on these two movies solely because they both have three exclamation points in their titles. Die! Die! My Darling! is the better movie, and you'll probably get more enjoyment out of it, because the story of a religious fanatic woman mentally torturing her late son's girlfriend is a very interesting one. But this isn't about which film is better, it's about which film deserves three exclamation points in its name. In Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, Russ Meyer has hit upon a three-exclamation-points-worthy formula: beautiful women with large breasts beating up everyone around them. If they did it in matching costumes, these women would be considered heroes, rather than the depraved individuals they are. You really need to turn your brain off during this movie, otherwise you'll start to hate yourself for watching it. Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! wins this battle, but not for any reasons you'd be proud of.