
Russ Meyer, Mudhoney, 1965
So good they named a rock group after it. Actually, it's not all that good at all, but it's fun to watch Meyer try and do Southern Gothic. Of course he's more interested in depth of cleavage than depth of character, and even if there's not much room for busty beauties in the storyline, rest assured that Russ manages to find room for bouncing boobs.















