What's the point of this film?
A couple of beatniky failed actors go to a cottage, gets preyed on by a promiscuous fat man, and then return to smoke a blunt with their resident hippies.
As a coming of age tale, it says a little about the clashes of generations, I suppose, but nothing truly eye opening. As a portrait of 1960s England squalour, Strange, it leaves a little to be desired. Strange, I just don't know what to make of this film.
However, if there is one thing I absolutely loved about this film, it was the opening minute with that wonderful music playing, and the picture zooming in on that look in "& I"'s eyes, very beautiful opening scene.
Being is the great explainer.