Magic Trip (2011) 6.3
A freewheeling portrait of Ken Kesey and the Merry Prankster's fabled road trip across America. |
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Magic Trip (2011) 6.3
A freewheeling portrait of Ken Kesey and the Merry Prankster's fabled road trip across America. |
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Timothy Leary | ... |
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| Jack Kerouac | ... |
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| Allen Ginsberg | ... |
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| Ken Kesey | ... |
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| Jerry Garcia | ... |
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The Grateful Dead | ... |
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Neal Cassady | ... |
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| Ram Dass | ... |
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| Ken Babbs | ... |
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Bob Weir | ... |
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Phil Lesh | ... |
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Ron McKernan | ... |
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Paula Sundsten | ... |
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Bill Kreutzmann | ... |
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A freewheeling portrait of Ken Kesey and the Merry Prankster's fabled road trip across America.
I read Tom Wolfe's novel and was pretty impressed. I watched this movie and wasn't. In the novel the pranksters have a clear underlying philosophy to their antics and as such mark an important historical beginning of the 60's youth counterculture. In the novel there is a recurring theme railing against the crass materialism of America at the time and a continuation of the artistic beat movement of the 50's. In the movie we're pretty much simply given an advert for LSD. As I understood it drugs and sex were used as a MEANS to a greater understanding and a new philosophy of life. But what we witness in this film is simply irresponsible self gratification and mindless hedonism which I guess is what eventually burnt the 60's out. Maybe Wolfe made it all up and this film represents the reality? If so it was a big disappointment for me. I'm with Kerouac on this one. I'd share a beer with him on that sofa in New York and have a good moan about what a bunch of irritating,vain, stupid,shallow, self indulgent pricks they all were.