There aren’t adjectives alive to describe Big and Little Edie Bouvier Beale. Ya. . .ya just kinda have to see it. There are wonderful moments of clarity when watching “Grey Gardens” where even though nothing specifically funny is happening onscreen, you just find yourself overwhelmed with laughter. For me it came early on — Big Edie is wearing her giant misshapen Sombrero and belting out “Tea For Two” in a glass-shattering falsetto. Little Edie, sitting at her side in the slightly less cluttered and stained mattress, has an upside down shirt fastened to her head and she is looking through records with her enormous magnifying glass. It’s just. . . .sigh. . .you just have to see it. There are some people out there on the internet (gay men and the women who love them, mostly) who swear up and down that the Beales are Goddesses and they strive to be like them. I don’t believe any of it. Accept that this film is a wonderful 90 minutes of exploitative, mocking camp and get on with your life.