Myra Breckinridge

As the tag line suggests, everything you've heard about Myra Breckenridge is true. And that's what's wrong with it.

The book is better

Myra's intent 2 destroy traditional gender roles by compromising 1 "perfect" couple not only leads 2 a bizarrely unforgettable anal rape scene (which smoothly pivots from lite porn 2 disturbing nightmare), but is the only absorbing direction/storyline this giant mess offers up. Unfortunately the rest of the film is an arduous slog through a variety of truncated thoughts that could play out as high-minded social commentary if they were ever followed up on. It's Ed Wood-like but much less fun.

A crazy 70s one of a kind, its in your face at all times screaming LOOK AT ME, I AM BEING SUBVERSIVE, I AM OFFENDING YOUR SENSIBILITIES. At the time hated by critics, but now it's just a quaint curiosity of its time. I liked it, but then I am a sucker for cult films.

A slightly interesting film (at times) with absolutely no entertainment value whatsoever.

I'm rather shocked at how much vitriol this film has stirred. Raquel Welch is stunning in the title role and the film definitely makes some interesting choices that at least make for an engaging watch. It's still not a particularly good movie, for a number of reasons, but I don't hate it.

Incoherence, thy name is MYRA BRECKENRIDGE. Hollywood's desperate attempts to play to the 60s counterculture reach their logical conclusion here, with a film so random, so determinedly meaningless, as to alienate anyone who sat through it--and given the heavy pacing and scattershot script, sitting through it isn't easy, flashes of interest aside. Bad performances, too; Raquel Welch, tormented by the director and given a mess of a script, is sad to watch; the less said about Mae West the better.

Top badass moment? In a film that doesn't really make a lot of sense this isn't easy to identify, but I have to say I was impressed with Myra's ability to reel off numerous facts and figures about films. I'd love to be able to do that, so consequently it's badass. No cats, chainsaws or decapitations.

One of the most hated and reviled films ever, but of course a properly tuned connoisseur (like me) enjoys this immensely. I also claim that it was merely very much ahead of its time and still looks refreshingly modern. There hasn't been movies like this before 1970 and there has been few afterwards... Otherwise this is an experience which cannot be described.

This is a difficult movie to rate. By any reasonable artistic standard, it's terrible, yet it has an incredible camp fascination. A totally botched job of Gore Vidal's best novel.