The Bizarre Ones (1968)

The Bizarre Ones (1968). 1h 13m

“If grotty, Sitar-slathered prurience is your insalubrious thing then Ron Sullivanu0026#39;s profoundly unattractive but perversely satisfying trip into the funk-focused domain of way out, heroically cackling hippies and their groovily emancipated, far from emaciated VW beetle-bound chicks and their naughty boyu0026#39;s rustically home-made, funky-looking pleasure contraptions might just be your ticket to ride!!!u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAptly named, u0026#39;The Bizarre Onesu0026#39; is a consistently crude, ill natured, uproariously absurd, frequently denuded B/W u0026#39;roughieu0026#39; by a wonderfully transgressive filmmaker who laudably dispenses with anything quite so cumbrous as narrative and luridly sets up innumerably static scenes of rope-tied, blind-folded alfresco shenanigans, where prototypical late 60s drugged-out beatniks cavort hedonistically in and about their grotty, bucolic love shack, gleefully satisfying all their myriad rarefied kicks in a singularly strange, almost banal fashion which paradoxically gives this obscure, supremely grainy confection of remarkably pulchritudinous hippie hip-shakers and their clumsy exploits rather more outré charm than it probably deserves.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAnd I most certainly didnu0026#39;t realize how much I needed to watch an inauspiciously fashioned u0026#39;filmu0026#39; that actively promoted the somewhat esoteric, hitherto obscure peccadillo of a mutually satisfying licorice string banquet, a masticatory act celebrated in a confounding, matter of fact manner so deliciously skewed that it reduces the more exploratory digressions of Eraser head to nothing more than the asinine B-movie bungling of a precocious art school dilettante!”