Ultra Vixens or The Most Annoying Film I've Ever Seen

There is a perfectly sunny and gay place, where dogs are barking, passing by cars play "You don't fool me" at a relatively high volume and food tastes better than anywhere else. Nothing can possibly be annoying, everything feels right and my loads of anxiety just vanished into thin air. Yes, this place exists and it's home, sweet home, from which I run away thousands of time, but it's the only place that can possibly soothe me like this; stress was not invented here, not quite yet.

Insatiable is my Name: Russ Meyer's Vixen! (1968)

Vixen! was the film that catapulted Russ Meyer in the international vixendome. "The King of the Nudies", as he was referred to -a title he full-heartedly chose to adorn his headstone with- is well-known for his big breast fixation, weird sense of humour and sexploitation crescendo.

His Amazonian, insatiable women often portray such vigour and  men-hunting qualities that one can see them as a token of feminism more than victims of a sexist society. They can be as empowering, as tortured. objectified and ridiculed, if we look at the big picture, though; so don't blame me on proclaiming Russ Meyer a hardcore feminist, even if his dominant women can definitely be described as sending out a feminist message.