It’s not a good film, but it’s wacky in a 70s hippie-exploitation kind of way. If you start it, you’ll get a sense pretty quickly of whether you have the patience or not.
EDIT: my essay was a response to film critics at the time and a re-evaluation of the film from a contemporary context; I didn’t defend the film as much as I defended the lofty themes of the film, esp. as I feel we have become more cynical and pessimistic, and the idealism of the film (and of the film’s cultural moment, more broadly) was maybe not as much of a bad thing as critics felt it was at the time. Though I did write this essay many years ago, so it’s a fuzzy memory at this point.
It’s not a good film, but it’s wacky in a 70s hippie-exploitation kind of way. If you start it, you’ll get a sense pretty quickly of whether you have the patience or not.
EDIT: my essay was a response to film critics at the time and a re-evaluation of the film from a contemporary context; I didn’t defend the film as much as I defended the lofty themes of the film, esp. as I feel we have become more cynical and pessimistic, and the idealism of the film (and of the film’s cultural moment, more broadly) was maybe not as much of a bad thing as critics felt it was at the time. Though I did write this essay many years ago, so it’s a fuzzy memory at this point.
Wacky with lots of boobs does feel right up my alley
boobs are indeed great 😆