Mediocre play made mostly engaging due to late 60s location shooting and the overwhelming performance by Barbra Streisand at the zenith of her obnoxious charm. George Segal is the stick-in-the-mud pseudo intellectual aghast at Babs and her laissez-faire lifestyle. Heavy-handed at times, but occasionaly cute and clever, with one or two subtle moments. (Probably we can attribute these few moments to adapted Buck Henry; is this the first major release where you actually SEE the Pill?) Cameo by Robert Klein, music by Blood, Sweat & Tears. One hell of a time capsule.