You’re A Big Boy Now, directed by Coppola in 1966 (released in 1967), starring Peter Kastner, Rip Torn, Geraldine Page, Karen Black, and Elizabeth Hartman. Plot from IMDB:
One of those 60’s comedies that has current audiences staring in horror at what they’re seeing:
… A girl gets raped, twice, and her psychologist can only leer at her while she’s describing the rapes. Then, of course, everybody calls her a bitch, ice maiden, cold-hearted, etc.
… Another girl gets called a “slut” because she has pouty lips and cheap shoes. WTF?
… A bizarre sequence where the main character sees some graffiti that says “[N-word], go home” and then somehow fantasizes about a bunch of African-Americans dressed up in kilts and playing the bagpipes.
… In another sequence, Dad and his son’s landlady get locked in a timed vault. So what do you do knowing the vault won’t open for 5 whole minutes? You, of course, make a pass at the woman, insisting on your right to stick your dick in her as she’s saying no. FUNNY! (not)
It’s really hard to watch some sequences when you know that the oppressed kid was played by an actor (Peter Kastner) who, in real life, was raped by his own mother… this little factoid makes all the scenes he plays with Geraldine Page (the mom) especially creepy.
Of course, if you read the reviews on IMDB, I’m completely on the opposite end of most of the reviewers who called the film “charming”, “sentimental”, “made me feel 18 again”… I wonder how in God’s name they think this?