There was a rumor going around a while back that Quentin Tarantino was going to remake this cult-classic from 1965. I'm glad to see that he hasn't, and hoping that he won't.
Unless, that is, if he was able to find a costume designer who could put a new spin on the killer (pun intended) wardrobe of the original.
Whenever a film glorifies violent strippers who wear outfits that bare cleavage and midriffs, I'm on board. This film is pretty insane, but it's also insanely awesome.