Movies don’t get much stranger than Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! Directed by sexploitation guru Russ Meyer, it’s a black-and-white oddity about three tall, breast-blessed knockouts, led by Japanese-American bombshell Tura Satana (who’d be a surefire WWE Diva today), who pointlessly kill a man in the desert, bound and gag his cutie girlfriend, and then try to rob an old man in a wheelchair.

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! is a smorgasbord of amazing ridiculousness. To kill the aforementioned male victim, Meyer has Sutana karate chop the guy to death. Overwrought narration pretentiously, yet also hilariously, states the obvious (“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to violence!”), and, just because the cool hip cats of the ’60s loved it so much, groovy jazz music plays loudly throughout.

None of it makes a lick of sense, which, really, is the first sign that an exploitation movie is both authentic and great fun to watch while under the influence.