A sequel to VALLEY OF THE DOLLS, BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS gave rise to RISE OF THE BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS, and then finally, ESCAPE FROM THE RISE OF THE BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS WITH APES.
BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS was written by an alcoholic Roger Ebert.
And features the greatest glories known to man.
"Look, Daddy! I'm acting!"
Roger Ebert helpfully demonstrated that those who can't criticize, write screenplays. And those who can't write screenplays write BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS.
The story concerns a bevy of big-boobed bimbos and baloney-boppers who are criminally allowed near musical instruments. They make Josie and the Pussycats look like Anal Cunt.
They rock out at their prom where everyone is at least thirty. Because of their groovy success, they head to Los Angeles where perverse sexual acts involving birdcages were/still are the norm.
They all get boyfriends and girlfriends and then learn the true meaning of stuff.
And, since the film desperately needs to end, a rash of Manson-esque violence breaks out, to the relief of the harassed and ill-tempered viewer. Also, sodomy.
Still, the movie is a stone cold groovy trip. Right, foxy babe?
No, you idiot: THUMBS DOWN.