Russ Meyer
Birthday:
21 March 1922, Oakland, California, USA
Birth Name:
Russell Albion Meyer
Height:
185 cm
Russell Albion Meyer was born in San Leandro, California, to Lydia Lucinda (Hauck), a nurse, and William Arthur Meyer, a police officer, who divorced during his childhood. His parents were both of German descent. Meyer began winning prizes at 15 with his amateur films. He spent World War II in Europe as a combat cameraman. After the war, he became ...
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Russell Albion Meyer was born in San Leandro, California, to Lydia Lucinda (Hauck), a nurse, and William Arthur Meyer, a police officer, who divorced during his childhood. His parents were both of German descent. Meyer began winning prizes at 15 with his amateur films. He spent World War II in Europe as a combat cameraman. After the war, he became a professional photographer, shooting some of the earliest Playboy centerfolds. He made his film directorial debut with The Immoral Mr. Teas (1959), the first nudie (softcore sex) film to make a profit over a million dollars, which led to a string of self-financed films that gradually became more bizarre, violent, and cartoonish. In the mid-1960s, he established his style with his Gothic period, a quartet of black-and-white films: Lorna (1964), Mudhoney (1965), Motorpsycho! (1965), and Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965) that many consider to be his best work. After the blockbusting Vixen! (1968), he was hired by 20th-Century Fox to make studio pictures. The first of these, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970), was an enormous hit, but after the lukewarm reception of the uncharacteristically serious The Seven Minutes (1971), Meyer returned to the sex-and-violence films that made his name, culminating in the delirious Beneath the Valley of the Ultra-Vixens (1979). He spent the 1980s working on various autobiographies, both in film (Breast of Russ Meyer) and print ("A Clean Breast"). Show less «
I love big-breasted women with wasp waists. I love them with big cleavages.
I love big-breasted women with wasp waists. I love them with big cleavages.
The girls kick the hell out of the guys. I've always played well at the Ivy League . . . Cornell, Dartmouth. I have never encountered a bera...Show more »
The girls kick the hell out of the guys. I've always played well at the Ivy League . . . Cornell, Dartmouth. I have never encountered a berating woman. Show less «
[commenting on his third marriage] I'm a serial bigamist.
[commenting on his third marriage] I'm a serial bigamist.
I'd rather play cards if I can't have a lady with big boobs.
I'd rather play cards if I can't have a lady with big boobs.
I always had a tremendous interest in big boobs.
I always had a tremendous interest in big boobs.
Nothing is obscene providing it is done in bad taste.
Nothing is obscene providing it is done in bad taste.
There can just be a thin edge separating evil and humor.
There can just be a thin edge separating evil and humor.
SuperVixen [from Supervixens (1975)] is like The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946). She wears a white dress, she's good, pure. Shari Eubank....Show more »
SuperVixen [from Supervixens (1975)] is like The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946). She wears a white dress, she's good, pure. Shari Eubank. She plays both parts; it's a reincarnation thing. But, you say, did Superangel really die in that bathtub? Was she really electrocuted? And she now is on top of the mountain, with the blood streaming down, but looking beautiful and elegant, guiding the destinies of three people: terrible, nasty, dirty, no-good Harry Sledge, policeman, former Green Beret, redneck, opinionated, a bum lay, sexually sick, very physical, very muscular; and Clint, clean, slim, obviously a stud but not in a pushy, forward kind of way, totally good; and Supervixen, voluptuous, pure, good, totally giving, self-sacrificing. And at the end, she says, "Leapin' Lizards!". Show less «
[about the drive-in audiences for his films] [They] do not read reviews. They're influenced by a shrieking, shouting radio spot, bombastic T...Show more »
[about the drive-in audiences for his films] [They] do not read reviews. They're influenced by a shrieking, shouting radio spot, bombastic TV spot and bigger-than-life ads. They go and they eat the tacos and hamburgers and maybe make out a little bit, and it's just a nice place to go. So those people don't give a shit about Judith Crist or Rex Reed. Who are they, you know? Show less «
I'd like to be recognized as a good filmmaker.
I'd like to be recognized as a good filmmaker.
I don't pretend to be some kind of sensitive artist. Give me a movie where a car crashes into a building and the driver gets stabbed by a bo...Show more »
I don't pretend to be some kind of sensitive artist. Give me a movie where a car crashes into a building and the driver gets stabbed by a bosomy blonde, who gets carried away by a dwarf musician. Films should run like express trains! Show less «