Stray Cat Rock: Sex Hunter Movie Review

Want to see the origins of Quentin Tarantino's perverse chicks-with-guns fetish? Look no further than Stray Cat Rock: Sex Hunter, the third of five Japanese gangster films which came out in rapid succession between 1970 and 1971.

Stray Cat Rock: Sex Hunter (other installments include Wild Jumbo and Machine Animal) gives us a gaggle of teen schoolgirls who maraud the streets of the city. With no particular plot direction, they find themselves in all sorts of scrapes (Are we supposed to be rooting for them? No idea) -- from mugging rubes to a memorable molotov cocktail attack on their rivals.

Too bad this movie is so aimless we couldn't care less about any of it. Like watching a gang fight, the winners and losers are irrelevant -- they might as well all end up dead; who cares? Watching the girls shriek like banshees isn't any fun beyond the first 15 minutes, and even that's a stretch. As pure action, the movie isn't even a success; men chase rubes around in a jeep, shoot guns at each other, get in randomly choreographed fights with fists and knives. And you'd have to be really obsessed to believe that these twentysomething stars could pass for teenagers. Well, I know one person who is...

Aka Nora-neko rokku: Sekkusu hanta.