"The Rolls Royce of trash epics... addictive and possibly mentally warping."
Brandon Judell, Planet Out

"If this is female empowerment, watch out!"
B. Ruby Rich, The Village Voice

"Dizzy pulp fiction to be sure, but filmed with a zest, a dynamism, a panache that Meyer has never quite fully recaptured. Tura Satana almost earns the right to be considered an equal auteur of this film, which is dominated by her sheer force of personality."
Tim Lucas, Video Watchdog

"A cornerstone of both camp and punk cultures... Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! shows the thrillingly lethal consequences when aggravated go-go dancers get bored... Meyer's subtle detailing of these relationships makes Faster, Pussycat look like a William Inge play, with a warped quasi-family slowly destroying each other. Of course, the director doesn't neglect the cheesecake; he includes consciously gratuitous shots of the girls showering, strapping on their bras, and so on. Yet there is surprisingly little real (well, simulated real) sex... Meyer exploits the goings-on more for their dramatic and violent possibilities... a masterpiece."
Gary Morris, Bright Lights Film Journal

"Russ Meyer is the Eistenstein of sex films. He is single-handedly responsible for more hard-ons in movie audiences than any other director... Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (Russ's tenth film) is, beyond a doubt, the best movie ever made. It is possibly better than any film that will be made in the future."
John Waters, Shock Value

"Say what you will about the film's bad acting, bad dialogue, and bad theme song, but the scenes of violence are quite startling... like violent scenes in Sam Fuller and early Don Siegel films. All the action sequences have pizzazz and it's noteworthy that women are involved."
Danny Peary, Cult Movies 3

"Take away all the jokes, the elaborate camera angles, the violence, the action and the sex, and what remains is the quintessential Russ Meyer image: a towering woman with enormous breasts, who dominates all the men around her, demands sexual satisfaction and casts off men in the same way that, in mainstream sexual fantasies, men cast aside women... What attracts audiences is not sex and not really violence, either, but a Pop Art fantasy image of powerful women, filmed with high energy and exaggerated in a way that seems bizarre and unnatural, until you realize Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone, Jean-Claude Van Damme and Steven Seagal play more or less the same characters. Without the bras, of course."
Roger Ebert, The Chicago Sun Times

"This 1966 movie is like some Sixties Strom Thurmond nightmare about emancipated women run amok."
Marjorie Baumgarten, The Austin Chronicle

"A Warhollian daydream."
Troy Patterson, Entertainment Weekly

"A blast from start to finish."
Rob Hughes, Uncut

"Has a cult following that I'm hard-pressed to grasp."
Ken Hanke, Mountain Xpress

"... everyone interested in exploitation films should not only see this film, but commit it to memory."
Ian Jane, DVD Maniacs

"No movie could live up to the hilarious title of Russ Meyer's legendary 1965 sexploitation romp, Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, not even the film itself. The movie, which John Waters has proclaimed his all-time favorite, is a rambunctiously amusing period piece, which flaunts a fetish for large-breasted women and, indeed, for any image that could be deemed cheap and vulgar by genteel mid-60's standards. Although crudely acted, with laughably inept action sequences and a story that makes little sense, it has the feverish pulse of a classic B movie, boldly angular cinematography and a blaringly cheesy jazz soundtrack. In its humorous celebration of a buxom dominatrix as the ultimate icon of female desirability, it is also a movie with an erotic vision in tune with contemporary interest in so-called mean sex."
Stephen Holden, The New York Times

"In truth, Pussycat is so ridiculously bad, one can only wonder what his other, lesser pictures are like. We're talking Ed Wood territory here... the shoestring production values are so weak, the story is so lame and the acting is so bad that there's no mistaking this "Pussycat" for anything but what it is - a turkey."
Chris Hicks, Deseret News

"It's a thinking man's raunch from the good ol' days. Though barely PG, it still packs a wallop with its totally amoral thrills, pneumatic cuties in search of kicks and hilariously scurvy portrait of the underbelly of American outback society... A true masterpiece!"

Steven Puchalski, Slimetime
"... outrageous, ahead-of-its-time... a funny, non-stop barrage of sex and violence... and the best dialogue you've heard in years."
Michael Weldon, The Psychotronic Encyclopedia of Film

"Every inch of the film entertains, from the wild desert drag racing sequences to the sexually charged fried chicken lunch that the characters stop fighting each other long enough to share. Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! has a deliciously ruthless rhythm that few films of such modest aspirations ever achieve-- it could very well be the most finely crafted exploitation film ever made."
Fred Beldin, All Movie Guide

"So, besides the obvious big breasted Amazonian women, what can you actually expect from Faster, Pussycat! Kill Kill!? Quite a lot, actually; inventive camera angles, sharp editing, crisp black and white cinematography, a cool soundtrack (The Cramps have covered The Bostwood's title theme, for instance) and a knowing sense of its own inherent absurdities and contradictions, not least as far as the co-mingling of male fantasies and fears around the female are concerned. So, in the end, it's not just all about big tits..."
Michel Gentil, Edinburgh University Film Society

"This is the quintessential psychotronic film and Russ Meyer's best. It should have been locked into the Voyager space probe and launched into space to give extraterrestrial life an example of what 'kickin' ass' is all about."
Kurt Ramschissel, Film Threat

Compiled by Richard Harland Smith