Cult Filmmaker Russ Meyer Dies at 82
Meyer was…well, let’s be blunt: He was the king of movies featuring women with balconies fit for performing Shakespeare. Actually, that’s not as blunt as I could be, but I try to keep this an all-ages blog.
Now, I’ve never actually seen a Russ Meyer film. Not for lack of interest, believe me, but you don’t find “Faster, Pussycat, Kill! Kill!” on the shelf at Blockbuster. The closest I’ve come is owning “Amazon Women on the Moon”, in which Meyer makes a cameo as a video store owner who rents a unique video tape to Marc “Jimmy Olsen” McClure.
And I have to say that Meyer, at least as he comes across in a memorial by Roger Ebert (who wrote a movie with Meyer), seems like a guy I’d have liked to know.
As a fellow breast-obsessed guy myself, I have to agree with him that silicon implants miss the whole point. (So I’m not the only one who thinks that?)
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