November 14th, 2005

Faster, Pussycat, Write, Write!

Took time away yesterday from my madcap novel-in-a-month to finally feast my senses on the classic Faster Pussycat Kill Kill!. I have only one complaint: How could I have waited so long to see this?! I feel reborn. My feminist fury is dutifully aroused. I want breast implants, black leather and my own racing car.

(Is it okay for a straight girl to like Russ Meyers movies?)

Not only did I eat this movie up with a razor-edged spoon, I was also astonished to learn that the title of what may be my favorite graphic novel ever, Daniel Clowes brilliant Like a Velvet Glove Cast in Iron, came from this little gem. "You're cute, a velvet glove cast in iron!"

Tura Satana is my new idol.