Thanks to the Independent Film Channel, I just saw (for the first time, amazingly) Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, the "legendary" 1970 Russ Meyer film (screenplay by Roger Ebert!). Dear god, what an awful movie. Talk about a dirty-minded middle-aged man's idea of what those crazy, sexually liberated under-30's were up to in the California of the late '60s! (yes, I realize that Ebert was barely 30 himself at the time, but he was a film nerd who probably saw working with Meyer as a great way to meet hot chicks with big tits). There are also songs performed by the film's notion of an all-girl rock band, The Carrie Nations, some of which are decent knock-offs of the Calif rock of the time.
I have a very low tolerance for bad camp, and I totally do not "get" Meyer, nor do I understand the cult following he has. Granted, naked women with humongous breasts were a rarity in those pre-VCR, pre-internet days, but that's really the only selling point his badly acted, ridiculously plotted films have (with the possible exception of The Seven Minutes, the courtroom drama FOX made him do as penance for BTVOTD). "Beyond"'s one saving grace: a cameo by the Strawberry Alarm Clock.