This film is the final in a trilogy of megers directed by Russ Meyer, a recognized master of sexploitation, whose career dawned with “Quick, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!” and ”Crazy Bikers.” He could easily release a dozen more like it, but for some reason stopped at her and then almost never filmed. Perhaps he left his inspiration, or he completely satiated with the wild sex, which abundantly supplied each of his movie. Although a sequel was announced in the very last frames, but on the screens of grindhouse never came out.
“Beneath the Valley of the Ultra-Vixens” was no exception. It tells about the quiet, but completely immodest life of the inhabitants of one small American town. Despite the fact that its demographics are on the verge of extinction, it would rank number one in the States in terms of the number of sex acts. Sometimes it even seems that this is the main meaning of life of all the characters of the movie without exception. In the center of the narrative or it would be more correct to say “sexual acts” a married couple - Lavonia and Lamar, and Lamar has sexual problems, and Lavonia in this town has not slept with only a lamppost.
Despite being the weakest film in the trilogy, this movie has quite a bit of humor and really big female breasts. Pamela Anderson would have easily gotten lost in the casting. Plus, the genitals and the toys that mimic them are shown in pretty close-up, too. Even unconventional love Meyer pays attention to it, allocating it a whole chapter in the novel about the quiet life of a small American town.
On top of that, to make the viewer finally convinced of the “thrashiness” of everything that is going on, the blood of the film's heroes is of completely different colors. Yellow, green, blue, and, of course, white for the Negro. And the joke with a shovel and shit took to itself in the collection of tape “The Incredible Adventures of the Yankees in Africa” 14 years later.
About the performers of the main roles to say definitely nothing to say. Except that only Kitten Natividad, who played Lavonia, was seen in “New Centurions” and two “Aeroplanes”, but was not listed in the credits. But you can safely bet an ant's hollow tooth that none of them graduated from special acting courses. A decent filmography is only Henry Rowland.
Bottom line: the movie is for the amateur, who should also be a connoisseur of “thrash”, but now the whole trilogy can be called a classic of the genre, where abstinence from sex is considered the worst crime and the frankness of Mayer's films can even argue with Brass' films. If you blush at the sight of explicit scenes in “Once Upon a Time in America” - it is not recommended to watch it.