In the first twenty minutes of this 1965 film, the well-endowed female leads go-go dance, drag race, and get into a cat fight. In short, they are women absorbed with what at the time were thought to be exclusively male fantasies: sex, cars and kicking ass.
Considering that the Russ Meyers cast only women with large breasts, it is curious that he would imbue them with such an overload of testosterone. I guess some men just can’t write for chicks. Their tendency towards violence kicks the film into high gear when the bustiest of the trio manages to karate chop a man to death. This is unfortunate, given that the man had a traceable car and a traumatized girlfriend as a witness.
They slip the sweet young thing some sleepers as they work out an escape plan that gets more absurd when they learn about a ranch owned by a disabled, horny millionaire. To say any more would deprive potential viewers the honor of peering inside the late director’s fantasy life. Suffice to say, this film about badass women does not get a badassbirds endorsement. Exploitation is all well and good, but this is just gross. Two kitty paws down.
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