Simply Having A Wonderful Christmas Time! Dept.

 

The moral of It's A Wonderful Life, everybody's favorite Yuletide motion picture, is that a lively small town with a wild nightlife just won't happen if the prigs and do-gooders (led by Jimmy Stewart) get their way. You can either watch it again, again, dabbing a hankie to your eyes as adorable fascist Jimmy Stewart turns Bedford Falls into an Amish/Swiss pod person dystopia, or you can dig this year's Tub-O-Tinsel™movie, Blonde On A Bum Trip.

It's, like, this one one chick, yeah, drops acid and, like, goes on a bum trip? Bummer, man. Boasting state-of-the art Super 8 cinematography in full spectrum black and white (well, belly-button lint gray - this is New York), it's a demanding yet rewarding masterpiece of cinéma verité from a respected auteur. What am I saying? It's shit. But it doesn't pretend to be anything other than a bevy of leggy lovelies pretending to abandon themselves to depraved psychedelic excess. If acting wasn't in itself an exercise in pretending, this movie takes it to the next level with real people pretending to be actors, pretending to be real people. From 1968, because of course it is, IMDB has this to say:

"A naive young college student majoring in chemistry is persuaded by her roommates and a would-be drug dealer to make LSD for them, getting caught up in the "acid" lifestyle."

Yay! Sounds neat, huh, gang? The soundtrack (although not the movie) is redeemed by a scattering of surprisingly 24 karat psychpunk Nuggets. Merry Christmas!

 

 

This post recycles a vintage Legacy Foam-O-Graph©, saving me hours of arthritic keyboard wrestling. A tasteful homage [Fr. cheese - Ed.] to Wolfgang Amadeus Shakespeare's Last Supper, it seamlessly incorporates at least eighteen UFS [Unique Foam Signifiers - Ed.]. How many can YOU spot?