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The Stöned Age (1994)
The Stoned Age: A Radically Hellacious Alternative to Dazed and Confused
To be fair, I can't really remember the finer points of D&C (no, not for the reason you think), but I liked The Stoned Age quite a bit better. The main characters are hilarious and grow on you over time, the pacing is just right (enough crazy stuff happens to keep things interesting without there being an explosion every two minutes) and the ambiance sets the perfect tone (music, clothes and set are spot on).
The story centers around Joe and Hubbs, two long-haired metal heads who, above all else, want to get drunk, stoned and laid. Their search for rad chicks eventually leads them to the home of Lanie and Jill (actually, Jill's dad's house) and then things get even more awesome from there.
Although they are kind of Troglodytic misogynists of sorts (Hubbs more than Joe), they're extremely cute and lovable troglodytic misogynists. Or maybe that's just me. I can't seem to get enough of 70s stoners looking for adventures. Renee Allman is great as the smoking hot Lanie. Usually the "bad" chicks in these movies are completely unbearable to watch, but Lanie is absolutely someone I would want to hang out with. Jill, the demure brunette in their friendship, is probably the weakest of the four main characters, but actress China Kanter (daughter of Jefferson Airplane members Jeff Kanter and Grace Slick) does a fine job with what she has.
Joe and Hubbs do have a kind of Beavis and Butthead dynamic to them, which of course only adds to their appeal. After getting KO'ed by a stage light at a Blue Oyster Cult concert a few weeks prior, Joe has been having strange visions and experiencing the nagging feeling that there might be something more to life than drinking, smoking pot and banging chicks. The hellacious adventures he has during the course of "The Stoned Age" seem to prove him right.
Maybe I just wanted to like this movie. I've wanted to see it since I was about ten years old (I'm 27 now) and it first hit the stands at my local Hollywood Video (which no longer exists, of course). Wandering through the aisles in search of something my parents would let me watch, I invariably came across movies that were clearly not appropriate for the under 12 set, yet still fascinated and confounded me with their provocative artwork and intriguing synopses.
The Stoned Age, with Joe, Hubbs and Lanie mooning on the hood of the Blue Torpedo, backed by a beautiful tie-dye sunset, looked exciting and forbidden to me. Who were these cool teens, and what did they do all day? Why did the guys have such long hair, and how could I make myself look exactly like that girl? Ah, such are the strange thoughts of an awkward ten year old in the mid-nineties. Though I never got to see The Stoned Age while it was at Hollywood Video, I did catch it on Netflix a couple weeks ago, and felt that warm fuzzy sensation you get when your childhood dreams come true. Ah, the power of cinema. Radical.