Farewell to Tura Satana 
[...] It's not that
Tura Luna Pascual Yamaguchi was just the most famous actress in history. Indeed. He debuted in 1963 - was a prostitute in Paris
Irma la Douce, that there's
Billy Wilder with Jack Lemmon
which is a bit 'player - and he made few films, in addition, as I say, we are talking about stuff that very few have seen and appreciated. You know
Ed Wood, this film by Tim Burton
that stands out from other films of Tim Burton because they do not like gothic girls crying in their bed of black velvet and lit matches and listen to the Evil
the My Chemical Romance complain about how life sucks? Here, Tura Satana
recited in that kind of film there, which is discussed in
Ed Wood. Those low-budget, inherently stupid, full of tits, space monsters and bad special effects. He was
The Astro-Zombies , for example, was Satan. It was not particularly talented, but he stole the spotlight from anyone because it was a big-one meter and ninety of Japanese descent. Like the time he was
Varla for
Russ Meyer. Which, do three lines of the way, was a sex maniac with giant breasts and down for fast cars, but it was also a man with a vision, jam-packed with talent - Check out
Motorpsycho! and talk - and insights, which anticipated
Zero Duel and, in addition to Tarantino
provided enough material for another ten films, eight courts, two fake trailer, a book of photographs and a
daguerreotype. But anyway. There are more than three lines. But it was worth it.
The film's most famous Russ Meyer, Tura Satana where that reached its apex, is called Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! , and a movie at the same time feminist to the core and lascivious male. It tells the story of three girls with big boobs that go around in the car to take your ass to random people. There's a lot of desert. There is a madman who guesses from Oscar and alternates shots to shoot like a Christmas dinner with the family when the father has just bought the camera and wants to not allow the children to make funny faces when they see so uh uh my colleagues envy crack (for the camera, not the son). Above all, there are female figures, while embodying the stereotype of the vixen that you whip the blood in a brothel in Amsterdam, also have their strength, their dignity, they do not reify - if not by the director himself, but then even Tarantino is a male chauvinist pig? - And they do not surrender to be women, though actually what I have written so far would come out from the pen of a journalist and fifty of D or better from the keyboard, unless the journalists fifty-D does not yet use the pen, which still kills more than the sword, which is of Damocles or not.
All this to say that Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! is a masterpiece, not only beautiful to look at her tits but also for photography and a profusion of desert, and Tura Satana in that movie is as Ibra is the Milan How can you not? And so yes, I am very sad for the death of the actress. But even more so for the woman's death. Whose life is (was) better than a movie, and deserves to be told, if only to make me want to read the biography on Wiki, and maybe, who knows, even a couple of books about her and Russ Meyer. I will try to make it short, because it is useless and embroider on what I'm about to write poetry.
born Tura Satana Tura Luna Pascual Yamaguchi, Japan, back in 1938 when Italy won the World Cup of Pozzo with Piola. daughter of a Japanese-born Filipino mime and circus acrobat of Indian blood (those with feathers, not those of the Ganges) and Irish ancestors, is transferred by force, together the family in the concentration camp at Manzanar, in California at the end of the war, ending in Chicago. From there, his life begins to get weird.
know, Tura was high. And, uh, prosperous. In effect, very high and very prosperous. Guy who already had more tiny tits Keira Knightley (Azzecca SIMILARITIES! EFFECTIVE COMPARISON!), And everybody made fun of at school (valleys to understand). At the age of nine, while walking graceful, was raped by a group of five men. Tura decided to study a bit 'of martial arts (karate and aikido) and, over the next fifteen years, turned to America in search of these five men who had raped her. He found them all POKER slaughter them, not before he told them who he was and why they were doing what he was doing them (yes, like in that movie there). Meanwhile, he joined a gang of women riders ("We had leather motorcycle jackets, jeans and boots and we kicked butt ). At 13 she married, but fled from her husband to live in Los Angeles, where he attempted (failed) career of blues singer and where taken (successfully) the modeling of the nude.
He then became a dancer in Rendevouz Club of Calumet City (really!) as the Galatea, the statue came to life . Before long, his career took off, so that Tura decided to make the leap and become a burlesque dancer. That's right, just the dance that goes so fashionable among women in their thirties bored and looking for a man to marry, and which replaced pilates, yoga, belly dancing videos and instructional Cindy Crawford zitellario erotic imagination of desperate housewives around the world. Then of course, the real burlesque dancing Tura, not coated with Christina Aguilera , which, however, throw it away. Tura became a stripper also working with other stars of the Rose as Rose and Tempest Storm. She became pregnant, but this not prevented her from performing up to the eighth month of pregnancy.
At this point, the age of twenty, began acting for television and later in films. He attended Elvis, who also asked her to marry him. She refused, but he kept the engagement ring. He began to make films. He made things.
cut until 1973, when a former lover on a low loader. In the sense that the fires, not in the sense that removing the magazine from the gun and throws it to him, eh. Then go to the hospital to be healed and discovers she likes the place so much that it becomes a nurse busty. It remains for four years, when began working for the LAPD. In 1981 he broke his back in a car accident. Since then, an ordeal of operations of various kinds and the gradual slide into oblivion, at least until the birth of the Internet, and therefore the possibility of unlimited access to any resource, even for the most unlucky of fanboy of Rob Zombie who has seen The Devil's Rejects and wonders where it can derive an idea so brilliant, brings his name into vogue in the secret rooms of the underground cult sixties [...]
[from Just Like Honey - The blog of Gabriel Ferrari ]
