They invented the phrase “it has an indescribable quality” for films just like this. Certainly a relic from the times, it has the frenetic style of a late 60s counter-culture film that was actually made by the counter-culture. While not at a level of Brian De Palma’s twin masterpieces “Greetings” and “Hi, Mom!” (the only two films of the era, in my opinion, that showed an earnestness but were still in on the joke) this is zippy and stoned and in-your-face but also has the occasional lyric moment. My favorite bit is at the end when the film is literally sidetracked by poet Donald Lev who pontificates for a moment or two before the film can continue. One must wonder how the African-American community felt about this film at the time. It is neither a positive or negative treatment (although Whitey is portrayed about the same) but it sure is funny. Recommended for those who have an interest in the subject matter, not for people who like “story” with their movie.