Klon’s review published on Letterboxd:
Beyond the Valley of the Dolls but replace movie posters for boobs. This is such a fetishistic movie, ephemera that would be the background set decoration in another movie is shown in loving close-up here. The characters are given the same objectified view, shown as much from the waist down as from the waist up. By the time this movie passes the Bechdel Test (at probably over an hour into the movie) it seems like people have just been dancing to Paul Revere and the Raiders and driving around underneath movie theater marquees, but in that time we’ve been subtly fed loads of characterization and story. This could have used a lot more creepy hippie shit and a lot less western movie set shit, though. Also, I love it that some person in the Columbia legal department had to contact the family of Wayne Cochran to get likeness rights.