Supervixens

Russ Meyer back in the desert, after the mainstream flirtation and after Zabriskie Point. A gas station nowhere, run by Martin Bormann (Henry Rowland) gravelly contemplating the battle of the sexes: "Is the fucking we get worth the fucking we get?" Big-dicked schnook (Charles Pitt) time and again pawed by eager pinups, barbed wife (Shari Eubank) sprawled on brass bed when not spitting nails. A flatfoot (Charles Napier) takes her up and goes limp, her taunting meets his psychosis in a properly vile set-piece—Psycho, Broken Blossoms, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Straw Dogs are pounded together until the screen overflows with red. "Lousy lay, huh?" On the road heading west, an odyssey brimming with sirens. The auburn swinger (Colleen Brennan) and the Austrian mail-order bride (Uschi Digard) have attentive hubbies, one must have rattlesnake venom sucked out of him and the other gets his ass forked. The motel owner's mute daughter (Deborah McGuire) zips in a dune buggy and regains her voice atop a weightlifter, the landscape is filled with such serendipity, the slain wildcat is reincarnated as the friendly lass at the Oasis Diner. "I also like cigars but I take them out of my mouth from time to time." Candles, nightsticks, knives, spikes, drills, roosters and cacti, the logical priapic culmination is the very top of a mountain on which the grinning spirit bounces. Cameo by Stroheim's dead mule, the continuous Meyer soundtrack ("Rock of Ages" and "Stranger in Paradise" to "Dueling Banjos" and "Dixie"), hommage à Chuck Jones. Sometimes a stick of dynamite is just a stick of dynamite, and sometimes it's something else. "We shall meet on that beautiful shore..." With Christina Cummings, John LaZar, Stuart Lancaster, Haji, and Glenn Dickson.