My idea of heaven...

Yeah, mine too.

It could be argued that this entire movie was Meyer's idea of an afterlife, at least that of his films. It's like Russ Meyer's Divine Comedy - reincarnated versions of his other characters, all exaggerated to absurd and hyperbolic lengths, wandering through a pastiche/highlight reel/purgatory of his previous films. For a viewer it's heaven, but for Meyer's roundly abused men it's mostly a living hell as the (super)women completely dominate, emasculate and efface them. Harry Sledge seems to have wound up here after dying (kind of?) in Cherry, Harry and Raquel and his experience there has left him embittered, fascist and impotent, while Martin Borman from Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, and history, is to spend eternity operating his own desert gas station. Yet cuckolds Lute, from Mudhoney, and Tom, from Vixen, both seem to have been rewarded for their suffering in their past lives/films, lucking out with psycho-subservient superversions pulled from other Meyer movies. So it's an interesting setting, to say the least.

Uschi kind of makes me want to start going to church.