WILD IN THE STREETS
Directed by Barry Shear
Written by Robert Thom
Starring Shelley Winters, Christopher Jones, Richard Pryor
Released in 1968
Directed by Barry Shear
Written by Robert Thom
Starring Shelley Winters, Christopher Jones, Richard Pryor
Released in 1968
Ah, to be under thirty now that LSD is in the water table.
Rock star Max Frost (Christopher Jones) takes over the country with the joyful consent of his legion of fans and everyone over thirty gets sent off to concentration camps.
Pop music, the movie suggests, has elements of fascism. Anyone who has ever seen clips of the mania around The Beatles or the crowd at Altamont when the Stones performed has seen it, as has anyone who has ever attended a Justin Bieber or Metalica concert and witnessed how the values of the performers become those of the mob, at least temporarily.
It does matter that the soundtrack is horrid.
Only two good things exist in this movie. Richard Pryor plays the drummer and Shelley Winters has the best line when she screams, "Feathers! I must have feathers!"
Rock star Max Frost (Christopher Jones) takes over the country with the joyful consent of his legion of fans and everyone over thirty gets sent off to concentration camps.
Pop music, the movie suggests, has elements of fascism. Anyone who has ever seen clips of the mania around The Beatles or the crowd at Altamont when the Stones performed has seen it, as has anyone who has ever attended a Justin Bieber or Metalica concert and witnessed how the values of the performers become those of the mob, at least temporarily.
It does matter that the soundtrack is horrid.
Only two good things exist in this movie. Richard Pryor plays the drummer and Shelley Winters has the best line when she screams, "Feathers! I must have feathers!"
