Myra Breckinridge Review

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Myron (Reed), a film critic, travels from America to Europe, has a sex change and comes back a woman, Myra (Welch). Masquerading as Myron's widow, she infiltrates phallocentric tinseltown and tries to bring it to it's knees. No innuendo's, please…


Another famous disaster, ripped bleeding and screaming by director Sarne from Gore Vidal’s funny, pointed novel about sex and Hollywood. Sarne was best known before 1970 for his hit record Come Outside with Wendy Richards and has been best known since 1970 for never being allowed to work again. With so much raw comedic potential and a cast any director would be happy to get a hold of, Sarne somehow manages to direct it all into one aimless, inept and leering aberration. If there is a silver lining, it is that this film’s release has notified more talented filmmakers where the new boundaries of permissiveness lie. That is, much further back than before.

"From the book that couldn't be written comes the motion picture that couldn't be made!" reads the tagline. We think they meant "shouldn't", too.