Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

The late Russ Meyer, king of the exploitation film, had an eye for the ladies, and he centered his goofy pictures on stories about bored housewives with heaving bosoms looking for satisfaction, or on buxom badass babes out to tear rotten men a new one. From snapping photos for Playboy during its infancy to his own bawdy, big-screen celebrations of nudity, the filmmaker relished women with fascinating (and titillating) backstories, even if it was with an ogle and a wink.

Although Meyer made a lot of successful movies, from Mudhoney to Beneath the Valley of the UltraVixens, his vivacious vision reached an apex when he released Faster, Pussycat! Kill!...Kill! on unsuspecting audiences in 1965. The film, which celebrates its fiftieth anniversary with a new 35mm restoration at the Sie FilmCenter tonight, is the hot-blooded tale of three thrill-seeking go-go dancers who race their cars through the California desert, leaving a few bodies and boners in their wake. The gorgeously shot black-and-white film was the antithesis of other releases that year, like The Sound of Music and Doctor Zhivago.

“It’s so ridiculously over-the-top that it blurs into some absurdist comedy,” says Patrick Brown, a film expert and general manager at Twist & Shout, next door to the Sie. “There’s nothing else quite like this movie and never will be again. Original cinematic visions of the world like this should be treasured by all film fans.”

Faster, Pussycat! Kill!...Kill! screens tonight at 9:30 p.m. at the Sie, 2510 East Colfax Avenue. Tickets are $10, or $7 for Denver Film Society members; go to for more info
Fri., Jan. 30, 9:30 p.m., 2015