Virtually unseen for 30 years, this psychodrama about a shrink having a mental meltdown breezes right down the checklist of "sins of '60s experimental cinema." Meandering, loosely structured narrative: check. Obvious symbolism: check. Intense belief in
the power of rock music and analysis: check. Nudity and sex games: check, check. Rejection of Hollywood-style lighting, staging and, especially, editing: check, check, check. The result is sometime tough going: It's a couple of decades too late to find the sight of a bunch of middle aged
suit-and-tie types groping free-loving hippie chicks at an impromptu orgy shocking or even very interesting. But what an oddly c...