This isn't much of a movie, and it's as bad as the original VOTD, but in a different way. Most of it revels in period-style exploitation stuff – hippies, parties, drugs, wanton sex, psychedelic rock, random violence, and especially dumb stereotypes of L.A. scenesters/fame-seekers of all kinds. And this is where the movie works best, of course. When it tries to tell any semblance of story, it collapses faster than a house of cards in a windstorm. But this is one case when that can be forgiven (somewhat). I used to have this flick rated as a 1-star "classic" but after a few more viewings have to say it's moved up a few notches on my scale, mainly because it really does fit snugly into that trashy cult category oh so well.
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