Peaches Christ is the kind of brilliant, boundary-pushing force that doesn’t just celebrate cult cinema—she embodies it. The first time I met her, I was instantly captivated, not just by her encyclopedic knowledge of film (trust me, this queen knows her stuff), but by her absolute commitment to the spectacle of performance. Peaches doesn’t just reference the world of underground and schlock cinema—she lives it, revels in it, and invites us all to join the party. It’s that infectious love for the bizarre and the beautiful that makes her so special, a true keeper of the flame for everything wild, weird, and wonderfully trashy.
Of course, Peaches and I share a deep connection to the world of Russ Meyer—where else but in his fever-dream universes could big, brash, and unapologetically bold women thrive? From Beyond the Valley of the Dolls to the midnight movie madness she conjures in her own productions, Peaches carries on the legacy of fearless, camp-drenched storytelling. She’s like a high priestess of cinematic excess, and I love her for it. Whether she’s resurrecting forgotten classics or putting her own spin on cult nostalgia, she understands that these films weren’t just movies—they were movements, and they still matter today.
And let’s just say… something very interesting is coming soon. You didn’t think I was just reminiscing for fun, did you?