The Girl from Pussycat

This film dates from 1969 - shortly after the Hays Code collapsed under the weight of multiple threats from TV, foreign films and domestic disobedience.

However, despite that, this cheapo effort has every man still clad in underpants (and sometimes socks) as they grapple with multiple women - some also retaining their knickers.

Briefly pretending to flesh out the official "plot" of a supposedly-professional bankrobbing girl gang, most of the "action" is actually devoted to the lesbian and hetero shenanigans that were presumably the main attraction for the then-contemporary audience, who had yet to be lost to the imminent hardcore tidal wave (or the newly-acceptable softcore content of mainstream hollywood). Apart from a short inventive scene featuring a toaster, that's pretty much it.

Admirably short, and worth a look if this sounds like your kind of retro fun, but it's really not very good.

Just dreadful sexploitation film from the sixties that is bad in every fiber of its being and not even fun in a so-bad-its-good way either. The story - WAIT! there really is NO story in this one. Supposedly four girls are expert bank robbers and spend all of their time making out with guys but mostly themselves. Even for a movie of this ilk there is more of a pretense of plot than what we are given here. One soft-core sex scene after another with no apology, explanation, or justification given at any time. The movie is really a series of these sex scenes with the heist job as a loose connector if you will. I would say the acting is quite bad - and that would be a supreme understatement! The girls are mouthy in another way, but none of that comes off as being appealing. There is one rather large lesbian who is the leader of the gang who does fake act beating a guy with her belt, hitting and kicking him unconvincingly, and, oh yes, the fingers in the toaster bit. Bad. Bad. Bad.

I love exploitation flicks – but this one does not measure up to even the lowest standards.

This is a film in black and white that is very low budget. It's an ultra soft porn that looks like it was shot is someone's apartment. One mild sex scene after another, loosely strung together with a nearly non-existent plot. No real frontal nudity. And how do I hate those obviously fake sex scenes where the men leave on their underwear.

The only redeeming factor about this is that – like all movies from this era – the girls look like girls. No tattoos, no piercings, no fake breasts. A couple of the thin ones actually qualify as eye candy.

Like most of SWV's pre-1970 stuff, this one is not worth buying and really isn't even worth a rental. The Novak stuff from the 70's at SWV is much better.

Give this one a pass.

How much do you like incredibly fake simulated sex? Well, The Girl From Pussycat (uh, was there a girl from Pussycat?) offers about 61 minutes of it. I couldn't believe someone is credited as story writer. Spoiler: There is no story. Some perennially naked chicks rob a bank. Or so it is implied. No robbery is shown, the ladies show back up at the same room they screw in with some money. Then they have MORE "sex." Things get mildly interesting when two of the ladies show up to teach the stoolie a lesson. They tie him up, whip him with a belt, kick him around, and stick his fingers in a toaster! Then cut to... an entire plot point missing! Something about two dead girls and "the back of a truck." Something tells me that missing piece of film is LONG gone, and their fate will be a mystery for the ages. This movie ends on, you guessed it, more fake sex.

Ah remember the time when tan marks helped you identify the naughty bits you hungered for and were not supposed to see? Tanned, Ok but edgy, white, oh lord spare me the sins and decadence.

So what could get you antsy and horny in these pre seventies? Well, lots of easy sex with girls without inhibitions and guys with over-filled knickers, they are smoking after sex, smoky during and barely lit before.

Very sweet in some way as to what phantasms were but very boring as well. And the classical music playing out loud as background won't change that movies and sex are still a missed encounter.

Watch something else.