Wrong in every way.
Written by film critic Roger Ebert(!), this sordid story of sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll is campy, overheated, and lurid.
God bless it.
Director Russ Meyer, who loved excess, called it “a soap opera for young people, a cornucopia of wild, way-out now entertainment.”
Meanwhile, Jacqueline Susann, who wrote the original novel, sued the filmmakers, and the studio fired the guy who greenlit the film.
Fifty years later it still makes eyeballs bug out a bit, up to and including a bizarre mega-twist as to one character’s true identity.
In other words, solid gold.