We all start somewhere. This wretched and downright boring film, which is a supposed expose of the underground hippie life, is an early directorial effort of Avildsen, who later won the Oscar for his fine job on ROCKY. The paper-thin, quasiporno plot has Kent playing a young woman dissatisfied with her new husband, Michaels. He's too much of a square, so she heads back to the Village, where many of her old hippie friends still hang out. At a "freak out" she meets Mastroianni, an Italian filmmaker, and the pair wind up in the sack. After a couple of romantic encounters and some poorly done slow-motion interludes, Kent realizes that this is no longer the life for her. She returns to Michaels, who miraculously has overcome his "squareness." The story is ridiculous, using standard cliches about hippie life styles without bothering to explore them. The sex scenes are relatively tame by today's standards but were erotic enough to be considered borderline pornography in 1969. Avildsen's direction shows nothing of what he would be capable of later in his career. Here the direction was often amateurish and provided no insight at all into the subjects. He also did the photography, which was perfunctory at best.