Overall, the movie's a mess. I don't know what other description to use. There's no structure I could detect, just a bunch of clips thrown together, some interesting, most not. A voice-over or some kind of chapter structure would have helped. Producer Cohen seems to think if he throws in enough nubile breasts at least the guys won't care. Well, it did work for me for a while, but even that eye-full got repetitious. There's also little on anti-war or free love, themes that animated much of the counter-culture, and much in evidence among Hollywood types as I recall.
One well-covered topic is the effects of LSD, a mind-altering drug then making inroads among both young and old. But then there's nothing on marijuana, also making inroads. I also like glimpses of an aging Gene Autry, cowboy hero of my youth, and the iconic Alfred Hitchcock directing Torn Curtain. Nonetheless, snapshots of the many movie celebrities come and go in an eye blink-- in fact movie magazines furnish just as much momentary glitz for those who care. At the same time, too much of the remainder also comes and goes mostly in haphazard fashion. As a frequenter of Hollywood's Strip during that era, I was certainly looking forward to more than I got. So unless you don't mind wading through an aimless travelogue for a few rewards, skip it.
