Russ Meyer’s Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! by the way of Tarantino: a pulpy, trashy feminist statement which gives whole new meaning to the term ‘chick flick’. While the characters may not always be likeable, and the Grindhouse homages (‘scratches’ on the reel etc) too calculated to be anything more than distracting, it’s really just too entertaining to pass up; the car sequences, other than being brilliantly filmed, are simply madly exhilarating.