Supervixens

Russ Meyer
1975

While it doesn't have the hell-bent hard edge of Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill! or the trash-epic sweep of Beyond The Valley of the Dolls this Russ Meyer classic is plenty watchable considering it concerns itself mainly with glorifying and exhibiting large breasts. The throwaway plot is a bit dull, but maintains an episodic structure in which framed fugitive good-guy Clint (Charles Pitts) is forced to fend off horny buxom women at every turn in the road. Unsurprisingly, the starlets in question are gorgeous and the cheesecake good-times breeziness of the picture's tone makes it perfect for any beer-soaked lazy-Saturday viewing. It's particularly strange that while violence against women tends to be a corner stone of much of exploitation and horror cinema (The Gore Gore Girls anyone?), the ills inflicted upon gals in this schlocky outing, which amounts to one prolonged murder and one quasi-torture scene, are presented in a genuinely disapproving fashion. After all , sex can bee all fun and games, but murder is a serious bummer. The wanton lust of the supervixens in question is heavy on male fantasy, but also gives credence to the revisionist feminist view that Meyer is something more than a scumbag, by flaunting a bevy of willfully sexual women oppressed or manipulated by a lineup of goofy and uptight males.