5/10
Henry Jaglom's directing debut, and another from the BBS Story box. Your mileage on this one probably varies depending on how much tolerance you have for doofy, stoned hippie experimentation...for some it's probably a revelation in American independent filmmaking, and for others it's a total waste of time. The story is hard to place - basically a young female hippie named Noah (or Susan) is receding into her childhood in order to find "a safe place". Things play out a-chronologically, characters answer questions they weren't asked in preceding scenes, or questions that only surface later...in one scene Noah talks about how she could fly as a child, and discusses this while being shot in three completely seperate scenes, different clothes and all, but stitched together to form a continuous monologue. Totally self-indulgence, but not entirely boring either. The cast is definitely the best part - Orson Welles has a ball (literally) as a street magician and Jack Nicholson is his typical wry self. Tuesday Weld is the lead actress and she does a good job with what must have been a total mess of a script, if there ever was one. Not really worth it beyond interest as a curio of its era though.
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