Hippie dippy ridiculousness is a true artifact of it's time. Starting off with the preposterous concept of lowering the retirement age to 30 and impounding all the retirees in militant psychedelic camps is silly enough. But then throw in all the groovy 60's speak, far out outfits and Shelley Winters abandoning any pretext of modulating her performance and what you end up with is not the happening experience the producers were surely hoping for but a sloppy mess that if nothing else is good for a few laughs. Several respected actors besides Shelley risk their reputations by appearing in this junk including Richard Pryor and Hal Holbrook fortunately they were able to go on and put a lot of distance between themselves and this cinematic white elephant. Peace out baby!!
Review of Wild in the Streets
