The Girl from Pussycat

If the mark of a great movie is how much nudity one could fit in around an hour, this black and white number from the swinging '60's would be Oscar winning. Not worrying about silly little things such as plot, or anything so trite as that. The film seems quite content to string tame soft-core (VERY soft-core) sex scenes together under the paper thin guise of an 'essay on lesbianism' and hope for the best from the raincoat crowd. Funnily enough the movies greatest asset isn't really it's content at all, but rather the fact that it shares a DVD disc with "Kitten in a Cage", a supremely horrid film that makes this one seem like an unmitigated bonifide classic. At least this one is worth a few chuckles.

My Grade: C-

Something Weird's DVD Extras: 4 Vintage soft-core film loops ("Friendly Kitten", "pretty Kitty from Kansas City", "Young and Kittenish", "Kute Kitty"); 6 and a half minute gallery of Harry Novak exploitation art with accompanying soundtrack; 10 minute photo gallery slide-show; Theatrical Trailer; And Trailers for "the Fat Black Pussycat", "house of Cats", "the Pink Pussy where Sin Lives", "Platinum Pussycat", "Pussycat Paradise & A trip around the World", "3 Loves of a Psycho Cat" & "Kitten in a Cage" (the last of which is also on the double-feature DVD)

I love exploitation flicks – but this one does not measure up to even the lowest standards.

This is a film in black and white that is very low budget. It's an ultra soft porn that looks like it was shot is someone's apartment. One mild sex scene after another, loosely strung together with a nearly non-existent plot. No real frontal nudity. And how do I hate those obviously fake sex scenes where the men leave on their underwear.

The only redeeming factor about this is that – like all movies from this era – the girls look like girls. No tattoos, no piercings, no fake breasts. A couple of the thin ones actually qualify as eye candy.

Like most of SWV's pre-1970 stuff, this one is not worth buying and really isn't even worth a rental. The Novak stuff from the 70's at SWV is much better.

Give this one a pass.

Those pesky daughters of Sappho are at it again, beating down guys and picking up tricks, before graduating to robbing a bank. The kinky NYC late 1960's roughie in a nutshell, featuring b/w photography...noisy out of copyright classical music gang-banging in your ear holes...people hiding out under fake names ('Gay Lamour', 'Roman Hans') in order to bring lifelong fetishes to the screen...a narrative that is big on female on male sadism, but goes nowhere other than a succession of explicit sex scenes that impatiently anticipate the arrival of hardcore a few years later. Settings are the skeevy couches and floors of skeevy rooms, with the occasional exterior cutaway to streets so mean that you fear for cast members' safety (especially the seemingly unscripted moment where an actress gets checked out and hit upon by two non-actor passersby). All acted out by pussycats dishing out dirty book dialogue ("I'll get my boots to take care of him") in the direction of men who wear dark glasses, keep their socks on, and aren't remotely convincing as heterosexuals. A wonderfully evocative, dirty skin flick, all too obviously made by a man who longed for the day when he'd be tied up, whipped and lose his gal to a bull dyke.

Just dreadful sexploitation film from the sixties that is bad in every fiber of its being and not even fun in a so-bad-its-good way either. The story - WAIT! there really is NO story in this one. Supposedly four girls are expert bank robbers and spend all of their time making out with guys but mostly themselves. Even for a movie of this ilk there is more of a pretense of plot than what we are given here. One soft-core sex scene after another with no apology, explanation, or justification given at any time. The movie is really a series of these sex scenes with the heist job as a loose connector if you will. I would say the acting is quite bad - and that would be a supreme understatement! The girls are mouthy in another way, but none of that comes off as being appealing. There is one rather large lesbian who is the leader of the gang who does fake act beating a guy with her belt, hitting and kicking him unconvincingly, and, oh yes, the fingers in the toaster bit. Bad. Bad. Bad.

How much do you like incredibly fake simulated sex? Well, The Girl From Pussycat (uh, was there a girl from Pussycat?) offers about 61 minutes of it. I couldn't believe someone is credited as story writer. Spoiler: There is no story. Some perennially naked chicks rob a bank. Or so it is implied. No robbery is shown, the ladies show back up at the same room they screw in with some money. Then they have MORE "sex." Things get mildly interesting when two of the ladies show up to teach the stoolie a lesson. They tie him up, whip him with a belt, kick him around, and stick his fingers in a toaster! Then cut to... an entire plot point missing! Something about two dead girls and "the back of a truck." Something tells me that missing piece of film is LONG gone, and their fate will be a mystery for the ages. This movie ends on, you guessed it, more fake sex.