Having finally caught this flick, I just don't think it was a good movie overall. The story felt glossed over in favor of tons of histrionics, mainly from Patty Duke, but there's more than enough to go around. It feels like the characters become successful to varying degrees, encounter some tragic calamity, then all of the sudden they're hooked on pills and booze. It's Point A-to-B kind of stuff – there's no motivation or even explanation, other than blind ambition is blame. Really? For a movie purporting to have a supposed deep message – and was based off a best-selling novel – and to come out the other end with essentially a garish 2-hour cult film...well, I'm just saying there are better ways to spend your time.

A fairly low-budget crime flick about a very botched kidnapping. Tiffany Bolling (Kingdom of the Spiders, The New People) plays one of the kidnappers. Frankly, the plot is way better than the acting and even the production quality, but it's OK, runs a little over an hour and a half, so it's over before you know, and more than enough cheap/wanton violence to go around.

An unabashedly terrible bit of exploitation on the Jonestown cult. There's way more to be said, but this is a good movie to watch if you ever want to see halfway decent actors interacting with terrible actors reading terrible lines. There's just enough titillation, thrills, and extreme liberties taken with the story itself (I find that to be a neat sub current of this movie) to kind of keep you going until the end of the movie, although it's a slog. You know how it's going to end, yet...this ending is still so...so...well, you just have to watch. I can't quite call this the worst of the worst but it's pretty dismal overall.

This just-about last gasp from Elephants Memory has its' moments – whether you come away with good memories of them or not is debatable. Or maybe it isn't. But one thing I'm certain of is – it's probably the worst record they cut, even though there's still interesting stuff begging to be heard. Even the crappy stuff has novelty value. "Rock 'N' Streaker", anyone?

This record started American heavy metal? Really? It sounds like a spaced-out, low-budget version of Cream in places, and a bigger version of your friendly 60's garage band in others, featuring a big thwacky 80's-style drum sound 7-8 years before the 80's started. So...I guess it did – kind of, but it's not as earth-shattering a find as some critics would have you believe. But it's a quick, hard-hitting listen, and lots of points of interest for hard rock fans here, that's for sure.