Then the filmmakers brought out the TASER shotgun and the movie's credibility took a huge swan dive into BS territory.
Not exactly a vindication of my Seventies Childhood impression of the Shimer student body, but close enough.
Hell hath no fury like a Mad Max fan scorned.
I guess showing that Greenpeace short in class and getting us dumb little kids to write heartfelt letters to the Canadian PM gave the Science teacher something to pat himself on the back for, but it contributed to legislation that impoverished and devastated entire communites.
Anyone who claims they've seen spiders chased away by the presence of a mere hedge apple (or twenty) is either pulling your leg or basing their opinion on wishful thinking instead of observation.
Too many cooks in the screenwriting kitchen, from what I've read concerning the film's production.
Man, do I ever hate The Graduate. Loved it as a teenager. Can't stand it now. Contemptible snakes and unsympathetic buffoons behaving badly, accompanied by an admittedly catchy Simon & Garfunkel soundtrack.