I only knew of this hard-to-find cult film from an ex, so I was thrilled to find a copy at a San Francisco thrift store (personally signed and lipstick-smudged by the film's star, Rumi Missabu). "Elevator Girls" was made in 1972 -- the same year as John Waters' "Pink Flamingos" -- and the two films share a "homemade Technicolor" look. But "Elevator Girls" is closer in spirit to that other '70s San Francisco cult film, "Thundercrack!" (both are laden with gratuitous nudity and full-on sex -- but not the whackable kind, just the absurd-parody-of-porno kind).
It's hard to rate a film of this kind because, as another reviewer noted here, it's intentionally bad, e.g. the dubbed dialogue features some of the worst lip-syncing ever put on film. What makes the film watchable are Rumi's strong performance and Joan Crawford boxcar hairdo -- and a mercifully short 56-minute length. Like another great cult film that's so bad it's good -- "Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls" -- "Elevator Girls" turns normal good film/bad film ratings on its wigged head. See it at least once, if for no other reason than to experience the LSD-fueled lunacy from post-Stonewall, post-Summer of Love San Francisco.