Russ Meyer’s 1968 skin-flick is a hilarious, stylistically adroit compendium of middle-American preoccupations: breasts, fishing, anticommunism. Meyer is the supreme poet of the Rotary Club smoker, telling his tall stories with wit, relish, and a montage style that might make Eisenstein nervous. With Erica Gavin, who can even act, and lots of Meyer’s old army buddies.