Narrator: [opening narration] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to violence, the word and the act. While violence cloaks itself in a plethora of disguises, its favorite mantle still remains... sex. Violence devours all it touches, its voracious appetite rarely fulfilled. Yet violence doesn't only destroy, it creates and molds as well. Let's examine closely then this dangerously evil creation, this new breed encased and contained within the supple skin of woman. The softness is there, the unmistakable smell of female, the surface shiny and silken, the body yielding yet wanton. But a word of caution: handle with care and don't drop your guard. This rapacious new breed prowls both alone and in packs, operating at any level, any time, anywhere, and with anybody. Who are they? One might be your secretary, your doctor's receptionist... or a dancer in a go-go club!
Assistant Director: CUT!! Wait a minute this isn't right Mr. Meyer. Shouldn't we get some of those skinny starlets like the Olsens or Paris Hilton.
Russ Meyer: What are you a fucking idiot? Girls kill him. Smother him with you enormous ta-ta's
(Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! 1965)
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That's not Faster Pussycat, that's...Beneath The Valley Of The Ultra Vixens, I think?
I've only seen a few Russ Meyer films, most of them years ago. Porn killed him, ironically enough. And then Reagan probably finished him off. Whoever that AG was...Meese!
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