"Beyond the Black Rainbow," Directed by Panos Cosmatos Everyone is high on something in "Beyond the Black Rainbow," a spaced-out throwback to a time when we fired up the bong, cued up "Tubular Bells" and plugged in the lava lamp. The film's setting is the 1980s, but its vibe is pure "70s - the kind of trippy sci-fi mind bomb that mushroomed in smoky campus theaters after dark and before thickheaded sobriety reminded us that we still had papers to write. Inspired by the purple art on the cases of old horror vidoes, this barking-mad feature from Panos Cosmatos pilfers from many playbooks (including those of Stanley Kubrick and Kenneth Anger) without functioning as a homage to one. A barely discernible narrative introduces the creepy interactions of a bewigged, pill-guzzling doctor (Michael Rogers) and his heavily medicated patient (Eva Allan), a lovely young prisoner who does little except stumble around like a near-catatonic rag doll. Their home is a gloomy, underpopulated clinic outfitted with cavernous air shafts and mysterious doors, where the staff members behave as oddly as the inmates. Close-ups of a needle penetrating gnarled toes and a mutant slathered in what I choose to believe is bittersweet chocolate make as much sense as the scary drawings of angry vulvas hiding in a drawer. Meanwhile, Norm Li's psychedelic photography, a riot of kaleidoscopic swirls and vermilion washes, accepts only complete surrender. But unless you're among those who still drop acid as a midnight-movie apéritif, your enjoyment of this retro oddity remains far from guaranteed. "Beyond the Black Rainbow" is rated R (Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian). Disturbed people and disturbing images.