Three go-go dancers prowl the desert leaving a shamble of destruction in their wakes. A violent reverie peppered with fast cars, deep cleavage, and out-of-no-where fist-fighting, 1966’s “Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!” is nothing if not an experiment in gratuity, a feverish reaction to the emergence of women’s lib.

 

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!