This movie starts out with a college course on, as far as I can tell, "good vibes" and the "Age of Aquarius", sandwiched between two god-horrible folk songs. Or maybe it was the same folk song twice. There's no way in hell I'm watching this again to find out.

So, with the shit-sucking '70s firmly established, the story can begin. A guy and a girl are trying to track down their flakey buddy who lives in the mountains, even though the singing goofball they ask for directions all but tells them they'll get hunted down and murdered to death if they go up there. They wander around for a while, their food is eaten by a bear, they fall in love, and eventually they manage to find their friend's cabin, or what they assume to be his cabin since no one's home. Frankly it could belong to anybody, not that that stops them from busting into the place. It's all a cute little adventure for a while (a long while), right up to the point where they get hassled by a couple of stock yokels. ("Those were some of the weirdest guys I think I've ever come across," says the main cat. Those guys? Talk about sheltered.) And we all know what happens when yokels show up this late in a movie, don't we? That's right: rape. So do they get revenge on the rapists? Nope. In fact, they don't even report it to the police. Instead, it all ends with the chick realizing that there's truth in being raped so she should just get over it. You know, being raped.

Besides the pro-"getting raped" theme, the only thing in this flick that really stands out is the music, but that's only because it's so fucking awful and ridiculous. (The song they play the morning after the rape is probably the most annoying. Why didn't they just cough up for "Coward of the County"?) Unless you want to hear rockin' tunes like "Animals are Clumsy Too" (and trust me, you don't) give this one a pass.