An aging codger named Geri plays a daylong game of chess in the park against himself. Somehow, he begins losing to his livelier opponent. But just when the game's nearly over, Geri manages to turn the tables.
- Stars:Bob Peterson,
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Jason R (ru) wrote: Some might think this movie is slow, but if you're willing to listen, the couple in this movie talk about some good topics in the gay society. Cute.
Donna F (de) wrote: The best thing about this movie was watching BON JOVI...that's it !
Douglas L (mx) wrote: The movie shows deception, but no signals for it. Underdeveloped characters.
Nicki M (jp) wrote: Surprisingly good. Kitschy fun with a good cast, some of whom you don't see around much these days.
Naomi S (ag) wrote: made me cry so much I couldnt breathe
Fitopia T (mx) wrote: This movie is awesome. The low overall score must be an error.
David S (de) wrote: A lovable, good-hearted simpleton stumbles onto the political scene, forging alliances with the financial elite and the politically prominent. He introduces himself AS a gardener, and mistakenly becomes Chauncey Gardner, an identity with no traceable record. Nevertheless, the world falls in love with Chauncey (also inaccurate, his real name being Chance). What's best of all, Chance never lies, explaining his "political stance" in terms of gardening skills and always admitting to being unable to read or write, simply caring to watch television (and always children's shows). He's just a well-intentioned, likable dimwit.
Blake P (nl) wrote: When Sergio Leone was taking hairy casts and crews out into unbearably hot deserts for his prized 1960s spaghetti westerns, exploitation god Russ Meyer was escorting big-breasted, sexually aggressive women to the backdoors of the Mojave, for none other than quick, cheap filming of transgressive mayhem for audiences to devour. Of course, being an orgy of cartoonish violence and off-the-wall satirical humor, "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" was too outlandish for critics and audiences of 1965 to really devour - but now that we've come to understand that pictorial dumpster diving can be a tasty pastime, it is now considered to be a camp classic, and Meyer, then scoffed at as a sex obsessed creep, is viewed as a master of the nudie-cutie much too perspicacious to cast aside. His films share a clear fondness for sex and the ballsy single girl, but supplemented to the disreputable atmosphere is a keen self-awareness you'd have to be blind not to spot. Just listen to the way his characters spew out deliriously pulpy lines like well-oiled machines ("Women! They let 'em vote, smoke and drive - even put 'em in pants! And what happens? A Democrat for president," a side character grumbles at one point), the way its women go far beyond being mere sex objects and end up throwing our libidos way out of whack as savage beasts far superior to men. Exploitation doesn't get any better than this - John Waters didn't call it the best movie ever made for nothing. It follows three sadomasochistic go-go dancers, Varla (Tura Satana), Billie (Lori Williams), and Rosie (Haji), after work as they race cars and look for trouble in the crosshairs of the California desert. Billie is seeking flings and fun; Rosie, Varla's lover, is tagging along for the ride; and Varla, scarier than any Hells Angel you'll ever meet, lusts for spillings of blood and bone. The latter's dream comes true when they stumble upon a young couple who foolishly pushes her buttons after calling for a drag race; Varla kills the man (Ray Barlow) of the relationship in a brutal fist fight, and the girls, against good judgment, decide to kidnap his girlfriend (Susan Bernard) for aim of saving their asses. The plot thickens. Whilst pumping their tanks a few miles down the road, they spot a beefcake (Dennis Busch) and his crippled father (Stuart Lancaster) - Varla immediately devises a plan to rob them, adding even more fuel to their crime-ridden fire. But, alas, such a tense situation cannot go on forever, and, despite their apparent immortality, the gang may just end up driving down the road to Hell without looking back. There isn't a thing to be improved in "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" - its mediocre acting and obvious low-budget make it all the more charming, and Meyer, no matter what serious film buffs may believe, has an artistically pleasing eye, often utilizing angled, low medium shots that evoke the simplistic but specific black-and-white tone of a comic book. His screenplay, co-written by Jack Moran, is as justly excellent: whereas most exploitation films go through the motions of stock dialogue, Meyer's characters speak with acerbic quotability similar to that of Raymond Chandler or David Mamet. They don't speak realistically, sounding more like parties living on the distant planet of Camp, and it's terrifically expressive. The film is a work of art, influential in too many ways to count. Charged by an explosive performance from Satana, "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" doesn't deserve to be brushed under the rug as a better-than-average exploitation film. It is its own animal, ingeniously made and endlessly entertaining. There isn't anything quite like it, and it's all the better for it.
Kevin M (gb) wrote: Lazy and uninspired, hopefully Eastwood has something better in store in the future.
Dave S (es) wrote: EPIC MASTER PIECE and UNDERRATED FILM
Nathan S (gb) wrote: Despite great performances from Hoffman and Linney, I thought this film was a little too wrapped up in itself. I felt forced to empathize with both Linney's and Hoffman's character(s) from start to finish, instead of being lead into their perspective. The film comes off too strong for a subtle comedy. 4.4/10
Amused G (nl) wrote: cringe. only good thing about this is kristen wiig