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Post #116088 by Formikahini on Wed, Sep 22, 2004 11:50 AM

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And another obit.

May he rest in a heaven inhabited by buxotic, glamazon she-devils.

http://film.guardian.co.uk/news/story/0,12589,1310250,00.html

Russ Meyer, skin-flick auteur, dies aged 82

By Xan Brooks
Wednesday September 22, 2004
Russ Meyer, the self-styled "king of the nudies", has died at his home
in the Hollywood hills. He was 82 and had been suffering from dementia and complications following pneumonia.

A one-man film industry, Meyer wrote, directed, produced and edited
some 23 features, starting with his censor-baiting debut The Immoral Mr Teas in 1959 and continuing through to 1979's Beneath the
Valley of the Ultra-Vixens. Fans fondly remember such cult 1960s offerings
as Mudhoney, Vixen and Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

No one could ever mistake a Meyer film as the work of anyone else. Initially shot for the drive-in market, his movies featured
cartoonish plots containing rambunctious dollops of sex and violence, and
showcasing imposing, full-breasted women. Defending his work against accusations of sexism, Meyer described these heroines as
"take-charge women, the type of women I like".

In 1970 Meyer made a rare foray into the Hollywood mainstream when he directed Beyond the Valley of the Dolls for 20th-Century Fox. In later years he would remember this as his career high point. "That's the best film I ever made," he said. "Don't talk to me about art and all that crap. That movie made me a ton of money."

Dismissed for years as a disreputable peddler of pornography, Meyer was belatedly embraced by the artistic establishment and hailed as an American auteur. His films were purchased by the Museum of Modern Art, and he was the subject of retrospectives at the American
Cinematheque and the National Film Theatre in London. But, cussedly to the last, Meyer appeared uncomfortable with his role as a revered older statesman. "Don't ever call me a cult film-maker, and don't put
me in some museum" he pleaded. "My films are ever-living.
They'll go on and on. They aren't ever going to die."