At its core, the film revolves around a group of young go-getters graduating from high school and heading to L.A. to make all their dreams come true. While they do quickly make it as a rock and roll act, the sexual debauchery and rampant drug use begins to tear their lives apart. Originally, the film was intended to be a sequel to 1967’s Valley of the Dolls, however Ebert and Meyer ultimately decided to create an entirely new story and just incorporate some of the same themes as the first film.
Most of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls is nothing more than a never-ending series of parties with frantic editing and musical performances. These quick cuts were surely created to show the fast-paced lives of the central cast of characters, but it ends up feeling sloppy and very poorly done. Distinguishing between certain characters becomes difficult when the camera is jumping from one person to the next every three seconds, and I found myself getting mixed up several times as to who was who.
As with all Russ Meyer productions, one can expect a certain amount of sex, and this film delivers in spades. Everyone sleeps with everyone, and while there was nothing overtly pornographic, it’s fairly racy, but probably wouldn’t be given an X-rating today. Like most skin flicks, many of the sex scenes felt tacked on and completely unnecessary, however without them the film would be a complete bore until the finale.
