One thing that you can’t take away from Russ Meyer is his gift for titles. Seeing Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill! Or Beneath the Valley of the Ultra-Vixens on a marquee promises just the kind of sordid exploitation thrills Meyer always delivered. Those that followed him into the bountiful-bosom genre weren’t always so creative. Hence, enjoyably dunder-headed fare like Chesty Anderson, U.S. Navy, which Secret Cinema (SC) will screen along with Son of Trailer Trash, the sequel to a coming-attractions smorgasbord that SC founder Jay Schwartz screened a decade ago. Trailers are the best way to watch many of these films, which often fail to live up to their synopses. As for Chesty Anderson (not to be confused with Chesty Morgan, the one with a spy camera implanted in her ample bosom in Double Agent 73), it’s a sleazy Charlie’s Angels knockoff featuring Scatman Crothers and the inimitable Timothy Carey.

Fri., Dec. 7, 8 p.m., $9, International House, 3701 Chestnut St., 215-387-5125, ihousephilly.org.