Did you know that Hugh Romney, a.k.a. hippie clown Wavy Gravy, helps folks in need? Michelle Esrick's hagiography goes to great pains to portray the folkie poet turned holy fool as a Mother Teresa in whiteface. But even those with a high tolerance for New Agey blather will wonder if the film's post-Woodstock chronology was determined by I Ching dice rolls, or why the historical context behind Gravy's goodwill eventually dissipates into people just telling us how wonderful he is. This Age-of-Aquarius relic's dedication to utopian ideals is great; this superficial portrait, however, is merely grating.