Purple Haze

Magenta Fogg writes: 'Sometimes life is really too much, I mean, I just saw this incredibly deep and meaningful movie about this guy called Caulfield (like in Catcher in the Rye) who gets thrown out of school back in 1968, and he trucks on home to Straight City, and his mum and dad lay a heavy trip on him, and his chick freaks out over The Graduate, and everyone is giving off very negative vibes, except these two amazing friends, one's into frying his brains on all kinds of dynamite stuff, and the other is this really cool disc jockey who spins Procul Harum and Steppenwolf and The Byrds and other beautiful sounds into the universe, and they all go to this party full of groovy flower girls flashing their titties and making good karma, but then the first friend gets drafted and freaks out and the whole scene turns very, very heavy, I mean, a load of straights think this movie is a total and complete bummer full of stupid clichés about the 'Age of Aquarius', and only for 'Book of the Dead' heads and other geriatric hippies, but they are just part of the breadhead conspiracy and should be left inside their boring fascist reality.'