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Gen. Z attend The Big Chill where they then meet the Wicker Man who invites them for some arduous They Shoot Horses, Don't They? sensory deprivation style endurance dancing before going up in a puff of smoke like Urbain Grandier did in The Devils, although much, much less graphic or brutally. A decent enough film. I'm much older than the Gen. Zers so the dialogue seemed a little stilted. But that might just be how people raised on texting and Instagram talk nowadays? By that same note, do Gen. Zers really trip so neurotically as the ones do in this movie?

Charles Bronson Death Wish style revenge fantasy with an odd tacked on 10050 Cielo Drive fairytale. Minus the sordid tales of alleged narcotics trafficking, videotaped whipping of drug dealers, sex tapes, occult rituals and other scurrilous allegations that stemmed from that infamous address. The character study of two aging cohorts trying to find their way through this new young Hollywood was captivating. It seemed to me, that the characters of Rick Dalton and Cliff Booth could have equally served as metaphors for either producer Terry Melcher and his sound engineer buddy, Gregg Jakobson. Or possibly Dennis Wilson and The Beach Boys. It should be noted 'Shorty' Shea the ranch hand at the Spahn Movie Ranch who was beheaded by Manson in the aftermath of the Tate-LaBianca slayings was in fact one time a working movie stunt man. It was testified by witnesses that Shea did not like the Manson group at all living at the ranch. The last name of the guy who owned the car used by the killers on August 8 was Swartz. The same surname as Al Pacino's movie agent character. I'm not really sure what the point of the film is? The rabbit hole of Manson lore regarding his role as a potential Intel. Op. mole being handled by various shadowy figures from the MK ULTRA mind circus would have made for a more interesting film. The authentic recreation of the era through fashion, vintage radio ads, cars etc. was nice eye candy. By the time the Reverend Charles Watson shows up in Cliff Booth's living room to, "do the Devil's work" I'm slapping my forehead saying, "Oh no.." knowing I was just subjected to a near three hour troll. I'd sum up the movie as like taking one of those Hollywood Stars sightseeing Bus Tours. The last stop is a studio back lot to watch Charles Bronson waste some malcontent hippie freaks shooting a scene for one of those DeathWish vigilante movies, which were themselves a direct outgrowth from the events of August 8th and 9th 1969.