Wow, I’ve been staring at my computer screen for about ten minutes now trying to come up with the words that would describe the notorious cult flop Myra Breckinridge and the only word I can think of is BAD.
The studio system from the Golden Age of film was crumbling by the late 60’s and they were starving for any kind of “hip” and “edgy” product they thought could reach the flower power generation. Sometimes this desperateness worked. In 1970, 20th Century Fox released the immortal classic Beyond the Valley of the Dolls. On the other hand, the same year they also unleashed this turd. It’s a sloppy, unfocused, unfunny and offensive mess.
What happens in the movie (since I hesitate to use the word “plot”) is that film critic Rex Reed gets a sex change to become Raquel Welch and goes on a mission to shake up the establishment by turning straight people gay and by teaching subversive techniques at her uncle John Huston’s acting school while Mae West fucks a lot of men.
Or something like that.
This movie is just straight-up awful. Seriously, Rex Reed is in no position to give a movie a bad review EVER after starring in this shit heap. There are a lot of scenes that are supposed to be funny that drag on without a punchline and several more that are just too stupid for words. You can get some satisfaction from watching a parade of guest stars like John Carradine, Jim Backus, and Buck Kartalian and up-and-coming folks like Farrah Fawcett and Tom Selleck too. That will only do so much for you though. Still I guess if you ever wanted to see Raquel Welch rape a dude with a strap-on, then this is the movie for you.
The 77 year-old West (who also sings a dynamite version of “Hard to Handle”) gets the only laughs in the movie with her patented array of one-liners, only about half of which are even funny. My favorite was when a cowboy told Mae that he was 6 feet 7 inches tall and she replied: “Never mind about the 6 feet, let’s talk about the 7 inches!”